Phoenix

Out of the ashes springs my love.
Feathers of red and gold
Fall across his broad shoulders, 
Rippling with the wind trying,
Trying to push him down.
Tears in his eyes
He looks at me and smiles
"I used to be beautiful."
Climbing over rubble, I call to him
"You will always be beautiful,"
For I can only tell the truth.
His bravery and courage
Shine the light through the darkness.
Even as he burns, he grows.