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Healing Love

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Drowning in a toxic darkness,
I can hear your voice calling to me.
Your eyes sparkle in my foggy gloom like topaz lost in the mud.
They pull me close, they fill me with a hope I've never felt before.
Your smile brightens my darkened tomb and I rise above the pain.
I breathe you in, tasting the energy in your soul
You intoxicate my senses and suddenly I'm drunk on your passion
You ignite a fire in me that hasn't burned for years
And it awakens old dreams that I buried under my pain.

A new kind of courage rushes through me,
A new lust for life pierces my heart
And with my hand in yours we leap high into the sky
Leaving our demons below we make love upon the clouds.

I dream of brightly colored dragons soaring through the sky
Of beautiful unicorns galloping through fields of baby's breath
With you and I dancing gloriously in the middle of this paradise…

Then I awaken.
The pain slices through me like dozens of razors.
I struggle to get out of bed, reach for my crutches,
And you take my hand and ease my soul.
Your love strengthens me, encourages me to do what I never thought I could,
You motivate me to be rise above the darkness I was born into.
You make me believe and hope again.

You make me want to walk again,
So I can walk down the aisle to you.
You make me want to run again,
So I can run and jump into your sweet embrace.
You make me want to dance again,
So we can dance through life together.
Written for My Fiance, the most amazing man I've ever met.

Before him and I got together I had given up on getting better. I had given into the pain and given up on my life. Then Dave came into my life, and encouraged me to fight like hell.

For both surgeries he stayed up after working the night shift to hold my hand in the pre-op waiting room, and he never left my side from the minute the nurse brought him to me in the recovery room until he brought me home.

In the hospital we fell asleep holding hands. Me, bundled up in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines and him all crammed into a chair that he pushed so close to the bed that the nurses had to lean over him to check the monitors. They didn’t have the heart to tell him to leave after visiting hours finished, and we slept holding hands like that throughout the night. Every time I woke up he woke up too, jumping to his feet asking me if I was okay, if I needed anything. He did more for me than the nurses did, just because he loves me.

It can’t be easy for him. Someone who’s never been through anything like this before, seeing the woman he loves go through two serious operations within 6 months, limping around on crutches for more than 8 months, supporting both of us on one salary…It’s been hard on him, but he tries not to show it. He holds my hand through the pain, he helps me with my physical therapy, he waits with me for appointments, he works his ass off to support both of us on his own, and he motivates me and gives me strength when I feel like I can’t keep going…I couldn't have made up a more romantic hero, and he's all mine. :love:
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abriony's avatar
When you really love someone you will go through heaven and hell for them.