Her arms. Her arms carry more silent strength than any other. Gently wrapped around me, she protects me. As they close around me, so am I closed off to the world. The immovable object. Walls, against which my pain, my fear, my darkness, my storm hold no power, no hope. Locked inside, I am freer than my world allows me to be. I am her willing prisoner. Her heart. Her heart carries the deepest desire to know love. Kind, gentle, patient and understanding, she inspires me. As she opens up to me, her trust and soft vulnerability pour out. An irresistible force. A raging river in the early months of spring, she pulls me in with her, and carries me away. Swept below, I am drowning slowly and sweetly. But I do not fear. I want no rescue. Her eyes. Her eyes are the window to her soul, her life, her story. Wise, mature, courageous and joyful, she reveals herself to me. As I look into them, into her, I find ever present hope, ever waiting love. Patient and stoic as a swan, she has seen her trials, and knows her beauty and worth. Drawn to her, I feel a change in myself. Her presence gives me wings of my own. Oh, that I might fly alongside her! Her smile… Dear God, her smile!!! Her smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! With the euphoric abandon of a child, she shares her joy with me. And I have no choice but to join in her happiness. I have no guard, no defense. Delirious, my very soul is overcome with fever. If I am sick, do not cure me. For it is the sweetest sickness I have ever known. Oh, to carry it with me, only to cause such beauty again! Her trust. Her trust is her rare, and most cherished gift to me. With unquestioning faith, in her private darkness, she runs to me. And I have no desire but to honour her gift, and welcome her to me. I accept her offering. Honoured, grateful, and intently focused, I am humble before her. If I seem detached, seek not to move me. I would not part with this intimacy for anything born of this Earth. Oh, to share this bond with her forever! Her love. Her love is both her obsession, and my dream. With unrelenting passion, she seeks the freedom of sharing her entire being with another. And it is my dream that she should have mine. To match her. To give her my everything. To stand unfiltered, unafraid, and shamelessly dance in the light and warmth of her fire. For as assured as I am that I will not be burned, I only wish to be completely consumed. Oh, how I love… her!