She must have seen my face,
the suspicion and the doubt.
Her eyes changed, too;
slightly sad, wringing the heart
Damn, She's good.
I moved to speak, to
question Her, but
She spoke first.
"You don't believe me,"
My Love said. "I know.
You've doubted for so long, it's so hard
for you to trust.
The healing's only begun."
How do you know my pain,
I asked.
How can you know so much about me,
that I don't even think of, myself?
"I know all about you
past and present", She said.
"I'm part of you, and you of me,
you feel it, let it go."
Who are you?
"I am Your Love," She said,
as if it were her name.
No, really, stop the game,
some call-girl thing, with a stage persona, or somethi...
"No", She said, "It's the truth.
I am Your Love. Just as you have Your Pain, Your Fear, Your Anger, Your Hope -
I am Your Love."
Excellent.
"That's Your Pain talking",
She said, "and it's blind,
most times.
And blinds you to
the things around you,
like me."
What would you know
of my pain?
You've only seen me
a few nights ago, and
last night, when we...
"I've know you
all your life," She said.
"Your mother's song,
your first date,
all of it, I know.
Your sorrow, too
I share with you."