Climbing the walls built with thorns of hurt, She discovered his weak and bleeding heart.

With wounds that bled and bones that ached, she valiantly fought her way across.

She caressed his wounds ignoring her own, with her tears that were of a phoenix’s.

She unlocked the depths to his very soul, she marked it hers with her sweat and blood.

The fire of her love burned through his veins, the demons writhed to meet their end.

His heart shuddered, beat a rhythm anew, one in harmony with that of hers.

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