Perfect

Out there somewhere in a distant corner of the land lies a space filled with perfect warmth and love and patience never ending. The glow emitted burning a bright hole in the darkness completing her on the other side of the counter balance. Resistance gone, blown away by the gusts of indignation Waves of devotion lap the coast of his place of hiding, ardor now all the more apparent now the veil of defence is removed. Infatuation takes a turn to lead the parade, honour and admiration accompany the pash sailing up the channel to a beautiful homecoming past all the hoisted flags at last.