"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." -Corinthians
I wish there was a way to make this better.
To fix this writhing thing in my heart and yours.
I do not worry so for my own sake:
I have dealt with such monsters before,
and had to die by them a time or two.
But I worry for you.
You are unhappy, I see it in your eyes.
And if I cannot see what thing distresses you,
I cannot stop it, cannot heal it.
True fear now:
perhaps I am not the one to heal you after all.
I must be brave now, and quiet.
I am stronger than this frightening thing.
I will do what I must, to bring a smile back on your face.
