through the eyes of luthien

This will bring the strongest on his knees
Will convince a brave soul to surrender
Will make the devil cry and
Will make the outlaw reasonable

Not sparing a woman of her most needed sleep,
To give up a profession that makes her happy
Will quit any vice she might have picked up
Before you came long.

A dying spirit wanting to live again
The joy of just wanting to know the ending
Be it right or wrong, be it a giant leap
Be it bigger than her own self.

Hurt, Pain, and Suffering is not to be ignored
These are the very tools by which you operate
Honed by time and your tools, sparks the hope…
A chance for ever lasting happiness

But does it ever standstill?

I see her cry
I see her take things for granted
I hear the yearning of her soul
And its All for you…

How she survives the day is… a long saga
How she kills time away from you… is a myth
How she puts up the act… is stealth

Despite and in spite of her imperfections and
Along with her absolute devotion to you.
Will she live to see that day, the day that you’ll take her in?