Tonight I see my heart a warm and sloppy mess. I see it melting, through my fingers. I see the words of promise as true, for as it slips through mine own outstretched fingers it's caught gently in familiar, capable hands.
and suddenly it's made whole again. words of life permeate once more, in and through, the hardness of hurt and confusion chip away at the persistent knock of enduring pursuit.
because he loves me, because he loves me.