Whether walking down a surf-washed wharf

in the bitter cold under grey skies,

or crossing through a quiet glen

with warm sunlight in my eyes,

naught but True purpose gives comfort.

Proceeding towards a real plan

begotten by thought and patience.

I traverse dark alleys full of violence,

stand steadfast before the succubus..

Whipping ice crystals on an arctic wind

couldn't unsettle the comfort of Soulfire,

or quell it's righteous fury.

You show me your "just woke up" face. Kiss me with your morning coffee breath. Showed me your fears, your tears, and every other "unmanly" emotion there is. You pee with the bathroom door open. Scratch all those pesky itches. And snuggle with me on the sofa calling me little pet names you created. Yeah. That is comfortable. And I wouldn't have it any other way Love.