You came to me like a lone flame through a veil of shadow, lighting the way ahead. You fell at my feet and shone your glory upon my profane footsteps, and somehow washed them clean of the filth of the world. Reverent prayers upon your lips were too beautiful for my ears. I bid you hush and raise your face, so that I might adore you. But you were ashamed. A lifetime of hurt and rejection had stolen your hope, and you no longer believed that redemption existed. Your hands were cold, untouched and alone. Your eyes bore beauty unstudied, depths unsearched, treasures undiscovered. And when I saw them I became lost in them.
Your harshest words are tender music to my ears. Your darkest recesses are glorious to my sight. Every lie ever uttered is a thousand truths. Every sin ever committed is a thousand sacred deeds. I will not echo the mocking voices of those who came before. I will not laugh, save for to rejoice with your gladness. I will not cry, save for to weep for your sorrows. When you