what breaks but lives by the will which chose,
like the scent of a petal as it wilts from a rose;
two hearts, broken, bound together, they are true,
one spoken proud is for forever for you:
what burns in the chest but all that was doubt,
gone and given good for its cause and crime,
when every breath we breathe brings us closer quicker,
what else is peace but release from time.
let fear be the fire for all the beauty you knew,
then when fears flame together—it’s like a dream come true—
be they broken or bright, each beat speaks through:
one seeks its light, one shines through-to you,
just, like a line from me to you:
when love is won—it’s never two.