Shes his musical inspiration. Hes her writing muse. Theyre as passionate about each other as they are about their professions, if not even more.Each enriches and completes the other, like pen does to paper, like notes to a melody. Its the kind of love that everybody hopes for, one thats gentle, honest, supportive, and truethe kind of love that they themselves had hoped for all their lives, though neither one of them had ever thought theyd find it. Gladly, each was proven wrong, but dark shadows still exist and are looming. Inner wars begin to wage. Can traumas be healed and self-forgiveness ever be found? The worlds both around and within them weaken, but the love shared between them does noteven if thats not so clear at the time.When earthly limits are reached, soulful passion takes over and speaks instead.~ (Inspired by a true gentlemans existence that I am blessed and fortunate to fondly recall. Thank you.) ~ XX
