The pile of shattered pieces that stabbed him internally has become a memory of feelingThe wounds left behind by stolen love,from depths inside unfamiliar before,are healing, mending Careless of how deep, she’s traveled farIn a remote place of internal depthsA vaguely familiar feeling is taking rootUnbelievable things are taking placeGreatness is developing a home for herself in this abyss Redeveloping into its original defined titleThis pit formerly known as a heart is flourishingThe wounds are mending at an uncontrollable rateFrom the inside out he can feel the healing powers of her love alive This exogenous feeling developing within is a warriorBrave and strongExposing itself to the rest of his beingA foreseen future of mistrust and a valley of misvalued love is being erased,Engulfed by ideas of greatness A warrior taken over by a warriorEmotion, feeling, unmistakably existentIn hands that felt dead for so long, feels the blood flowing to their fingertipsAs he touches her a shower of amazement rains down This is what it feels like to hold greatness She’s opening up his beingPeeling back the hardened layers of experienceRedefining the wisdom developed with every heartbreakCompletely anew, from the depths of his internal being,to the furthest point of his external beingGreatness has fully blossomedHer work is done But, she is not  This project of recreation has developed a feeling of ample bearingGreatness can’t escape the grasp of her own seedUnknowledgeable of her own capabilities; she’s created a magnum-opus of a manAn invincible combination, a warrior embedded into anotherConsequently she is captured Enchanted by this grand feeling,Inversely attached to this anamorphic warriorShe feels her heart intertwining with his branches  Initial attraction is no longer trivialThis is more than being the recipient of attention from a nice face to look at,More than being spoiled by worship and monetary giftsThis is her own energy, her own heart mixed in, workingPulsing out emotion, grasping at his branches His flaws are frivolous, each is a project instead of a disqualifierHer typical hesitancy is bareHer heart craves this bondShe’s no longer in control; He knows He feels her fear diminish as their branches grow into each otherHe witnesses her control slipping, her emotions taking overHe’s in bliss; To feel a feeling of such a magnitude and have it equated..A harmony of pure happiness He’s comfortable and confident, his heart is no longer at stakeHe no longer feels like a project undeserving of her efforts Their hearts have equally been sacrificed They are now at the eminence of their accordThey are equally comfortable and confident.  His turn now.She’s become the projectGreatness does not know that she is greatHer worth is great ; He feels blessed to teach herTo show her that amazing is hardly an adequate adjective to describe herAs he does, the morsel of control she was left with escaped herHer branches engulfs his, one hitch at a timeShe understands that she is a gemEven still her branches intertwine, their grip unyielding.He’s worth it.