the little things you do,
that show you care,
help to tear apart this concret curtain of despair,
built by the demons hideing in my heart,
trying to prevent me from falling apart,

seemingly broken beyond any hope of repair,
tears of dust drifting in the air,

from the first moment you showd you cared,
embraced in your arms,
finally safe from despair,
a kiss sealed with love,
just knowing you'll be there,

my knight in pitch black armor,
saved me from the demons of lost love,
the concret curtain lies in ruins,
thanks to my new found love.