I wonder, how is it to have heart? Beyond the walls of petty scurmage, past the dwindling rivers of faith ? To love and to hold and to cherish and to believe in your blood and pride and bones that as long as you have this, something eternal, nothing narry touches you. So long as you hold this love, you become invulnerable, the thought of that love lost becomes your Achilles heel. To believe you command and bend the skies and waves unrelenting, for you have already conquered the greatest challenge, reaped the sweetest fruits. To have warmth cloak you, a hand in your own. To look at sunrise and sunset alike through the eyes of the one you adore. To watch them, grow, adore, love, live. To bend them to submission, and be on your knees on the very same instance. To have, to consume with such reverence.
I wonder what it feels to have heart...