Without you,
the sky would be grey.
Without you,
words would be mere words.
Without your face,
the sunlight could not reflect
the magnetismn of Earth and colour would be gone.

I could never hope,
in all eternity
to match the honesty in your face.
I could never
trust
my own desires.

But, my love, yours is the heart
that I will fight for;
as you fight to save me from him.
Evil cannot wedge itself,
cannot drain
the power we hold.

And this power?

This power we hold fast to.

This power is not love,
nor is it any derivative of the same.
This power is what will be,
and we have no control over it.

This power is ourselves.