Infinite adoration

The shrouded blade strikes the back, a coward's art,

Wounding the heart of man, tearing worlds apart.

Betrayals, the act of the most intimate hand,

Leaves scars unseen, like footprints in the sand.

So there he lay, wounded but not defeated,

Out gushed his love, unceasing, undefeated.

Through time alone, a journey of pain,

He learned to dance with shadows, to thrive in rain.

He discovered what infinite love could be,

A river of emotions, deep as the sea.

His heart, a vessel, resilient and vast,

Navigating the tides of a turbulent past.

Even though his love continued to pour,

He worried not, for deep in his core,

He held a truth, a flame burning bright,

This girl was the beacon, his guiding light.

Forever adoration, he carved in his soul,

A promise to love her, to make her whole.

With each passing moment, their bond grew strong,

A symphony of hearts, an eternal song.

Through trials they faced, hand in hand they stood,

Facing the tempests, weathering the flood.

For in each other's eyes, they found their grace,

Two souls intertwined, a beautiful embrace.

The shrouded blade's power, now dulled and worn,

Replaced by a love that was endlessly sworn.

Infinite was the love that they both knew,

A story of healing, of skies painted blue.