A Lover's Embrace.

The deepest pain cannot be described with words. The saddest of all tears cannot be explained in 100 letters. The strongest love cannot be expressed by a minimal conversation or a translucent cliche. For emotion is far too complex. And all of these are much bigger than that instinctive state of mind that we all arrive at due to circumstance, mood, or relationship. It would only seem foolish and destructive to sit here and attempt to do the impractical. But here I sit, and I’m not the first.
Their hearts lie beneath the roof of an empty cottage. In a world where she and him know only each other. Windows yawning, bird songs echo, and a door painted red. This is reality. Eyes speak words and hands grasp love. The boy and girl have it all. But the lover knows what lies ahead of them, he is cautious. And the beloved has taught herself how to dissemble the idea that there is anything bigger than the moment.
Their enemies shadow lurks around every corner of the cottage, planning its newest attack. It must be more effective than the last, for he seeks disaster and heart ache. Last time only failure, so he prays for success. Most call him time, but the two call him good-bye. He lingers among them, making sure his presence is not only known, but felt. Inside that red painted door two hearts are becoming one, knowing its only moments before time forces its good-bye. They hold each other closer, harder, hoping for a chance that time may freeze. Trying to ignore the exhaust that is straining their souls. Dreaming that tears won’t have to fall this time. Their hold is pure and raw, the way it was designed. A lover’s embrace is too intimate and perfect in its most vulnerable form. She and him have no words left to speak, they let their hearts communicate as they loose themselves in seas of green and brown.
The attack has begun and it seems to be successful. Windows seal, birds fall silent and that very red door flies open. Could it be the last time? Tears fall from both sets of eyes and breathing complicates itself. Heart break sets in. He is pulled from the cottage as his fingers bruise the floor. She’s trapped inside, to fragile to be breathed upon. But as their hearts are raged against and there bodies are left defeated, love strikes back. For nothing is as strong as this. They are yet to beat this fateful curse, but victory is not far from where they are.