In his heart I hear the music that never stops
In his soul I see the dreams that never die
He holds my hand as the demons consume me
The battle of light and dark
The war of hurt and love
I cling to him because he is strong when I can not be
He clings to me because I am soothing when he is not calm
Puzzle pieces placed together perfectly
I dream in blood
he wipes it away
I hide in darkness
he brings the light
My crimson knight
Dedicated and loyal
I thank you...
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