"The best hiding place was love." Beyond the lust, after the anger, which made the heart burn and face its humanity, love was there to turn to. The eyes drift for cover, shame overflows, the pain grows, and fear overrides. There appears to be no place to escape, but "love" takes its shape and becomes the perfect hiding place. Even if it cannot save everyone, love is still left to be felt, to be seen, to hope for, and to blame.
