
To the lady of light -- the gentle soul: Do you see the morning light.. rising against all hope through the black of night? Still, through tears and forlorn songs I hear your call - even through our darkest days. Distant yet so close, a stranger yet so deeply known - for your heart, even now, I can feel its gentleness and its kind strength. A special one whose pride isn't in her power, knowledge, or dominance - but in gifts and kind words to the weak. From the beginning protecting you has been my duty. Holding you is the privilege of a lifetime. Destiny complete. So if you're reading this, wherever you are, here's my call - my sign, as if a banner saying "Hey, dear.. I'm ready". and, "No one, no one but you." (I'm 31 - a man who lives to serve & protect what is pure and gentle in this world).
