Even through the sealed wooden doors of the church,
I can hear them yelling. Cursing. Chanting.
The sound of heavy stones and shattering glass bottles-
As they are so hatefully cast upon this silent sanctuary-
Upset me. I’m scared. I fear for my life and the life of my beloved.
But as I stand before him, his hands in mine, I somehow feel safer.
I look into his eyes and see no fear, no hesitation.
He only looks at me and smiles;
The same sweet smile that stole my heart years ago.
I love him.
I smile back; and in this moment, I am happy.