I know idea she could be such a tyrant. That the blood lust existed within her. Incapable of carnage and pain. But I under estimated her. Didn't think the maternal extinct would kick-in. But it did, and with a vengeance that shocked even me. And I have seen the most unkind things.
Truthfully, I am proud of her. If there were any moment to fall for a woman, this would be it. To declare my eternal love everlasting. That one particular moment in time. So singular. So perfect. So right and beautiful and now.
I am filled with the living spirit. I feel her perfection, her individuality. She is a person. This woman I have known, but still a stranger until now. And these spared minutes, which seem to linger for years. She is this most incredible woman, this body of flesh and blood. Filled by her generous spirit. Awed by her generosity of courage. Humbled by her intelligence. Her beauty fills me with desire. But not of lust. It is of faith. A kind of faith I have only tasted but a few times.
Yes I love her.
But this I cannot share. It is my little secret. A secret that I will carry to the grave. And for me, that is a very long time. Immortality has its rewards and disadvantages.
I tear a piece of my heart for her. My soul torn sunder. And in this fleeting moment that she will surely forget soon enough is enough to swear my allegiance to and for her.
Eternity smiles brightly through the track lights harnessed on stage without a single actor to illuminate the audience. And yet, a single dancer, my love, dances serenely upon the floor, like a ballet that has been rehearsed for the most spectacular performance of all time, to be seen for my eyes only.
The fire continues to burn. She squeezes my hand. I am there for her. Whatever pain she feels, whatever regret or remorse she can give to me.
After all, I love her.
