She was his heart,
He was her armor..
Each with a broken wing to hide away from the world.
And now the hunger games begin!
She was the lighthouse…
But it was he who freed her from the darkness.
She was a challenge, a delight, a mystery;
And he rose to the occasion, with wit, kiss, and charm.
She believed everything was possible
She believed he was free…
But some broken wings never fly again
When they are clipped by their keeper.
And it is a stupid, foolish, desperate heart
That chases after what runs from them;
There is no comfort in taking pleasure
From one who still belongs to someone else.
But for one perfect, stolen moment-
….she was his Jewel.