They Always Know Exactly What to Say

And no one had ever told her that before

It was her, and her alone,
That stood under the midnight sky;
The stars bowing low in adoration,
The trumpets of heaven letting out a cry

Of triumphant joy at the sight
Of her luminescent, angelic shape
That had long hidden behind the shadow
Of the first-born's towering fate.

It was he, and he alone,
That noticed and proclaimed his awe
Of everything everyone had dismissed
And what she was convinced was flaw.

And he confessed:

"I need you more than the sun!
There's no one I'd rather hold onto.
You're gorgeous, you're perfect, all I want,
I think that I am in love with you!"

And no one had ever told her that before

It is her, and her alone,
That stands on a blank landscape;
Hair dead, stringy, wet from teary floods,
Imminent silence screaming "no escape."

Every word taken to heart,
Her heart which she unveiled unarmed.
The words perfect, gorgeous, love, they crumble;
His prescence brought only harm.

It was he, and he alone,
Who made her feel above all else;
He pulled her from the shadowy tower
And made it alright to be herself.

And no one had ever told her that before
But no one had ever taken it back before
        As quickly as they had professed it