Hell and Heaven Discuss their Love

"Your sweetness is the honey to your bitter meaness" Said she to the boy

"No." He sharply retorted and said without joy

"Thou does not know the horrors of whom you speak,

For I am shunned by many and considered a freak.

My mind is filled with demonic desire for pain,

I seek out the dark, repulsive, and insane!

"You are an of Angel of Heaven, I am a Spawn of Hell

When you lift the broken, I drag them down a lonely well!

You listen quietly while I list my crimes,

Tell me, angel, what do you think of me inside?

"How can you hold me when my hands drip the lamb's blood?!

How can you stand me when my nature is destruction

And sleep gently by me when those aracane deeds are done?!

TELL ME HOW I AM WORTHY OF YOUR LOVE!"

She looked at him-and saw his wholeself,

She spoke and knew their rescue was in herself.

"I love you and it is not a love I easily give

Because the agonies you create are difficult to forgive.

"I admit if you weren't corrupted it would be simple,

But searching for love without hardship is for mortals.

They can live in fantasies and strive for perfection,

But it's the work and the time that proves if love's done.

"You wonder how I can love your macabre and madness?

It's only thanks to our fights and forgiveness,

The times we've spent with quiet and mundane prattle

That I know you are more than a monster made for battles."

He looked at her in silence and mild shock

How could this creature open a heart that was locked

And find a deathly, toxic sickness festering within

And try to love him again and again?

Perhaps, this love was still worth pursuing,

If only to discover the answers to her faith and his musing.