His heart was as callous as a beat cop
As abraded as a stone in the desert
His eyes were filled with assessments
Too many betrayals
Too much loss
It took most of his energy
To stay braced against the world
Then the softest light pried his lids apart
Unclenched his fists
Bathed the steel-hard lines of his face
In colours long forgotten
The soft light of a caring heart
A loving smile, a kindred soul
That light became everything he looked upon
And all of it, every ray, was her love.
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