Protecting Perfection

Her skin, pale.

Her eyes, light.

Her hair, golden.

There is not a single

imperfection upon her.

There is only beauty,

the beauty of the gods.

Inside, however, there

is a dark past, filled with

secrets known to no one

but herself.

She let me in.

She let me see all the

secrets and all the pains

caused to her.

She worried I would ridicule

her imperfect heart.

But I did not, for it is

not imperfect.

Her heart is of one that

knows of the world's cruel

and dark fate.

One so pure should not know

such things.

I healed her.

I stiched her gaping wounds.

She is lovely.

And I will give my life to protect her

from the cruelties of fate and chance.