The way I love you…

It is like a resurrection.

What died?

Belief,

Goodness.

Belief in goodness.

Faith,

Love.

Faith in love,

and love of faith.

Wonder.

Awe.

Gentleness.

Compassion.

Curiosity.

Forgiveness.

All virtue. All things good. All things true. All things pure.

And so I hid. And so I crawled into my cave. An act of cowardice.

And there I stayed, awfully afraid.

And there, I think, I met you.

I think, there, is when I met my heart.

I found the subtle and pure center within. I ran away to protect it. I tended gently to that soft core.

And I think it was you.

I think I left to prepare myself for you. I think my cave was like a bride’s chamber. I think I had to be hidden from the rest of the world, until we were ready to become one.

How I hid. How I hid behind my veil, only to be revealed by your perfect hand. Only the softest touch could pull the curtain.

I think you were Arthur. I think you pulled me from the stone. I think only you could have softened me enough to retrieve me, rescue me, from the hard rock.

Now my hilt rests in your hand,

my liberator.