To my Goddess

Who is the one who will hold my hand,
Who is the one who will set me on the way?
Who is the one whose eyes I see,
Watching in the fading light of day?

She is...
One who trusts and respects my commitments to Her,
One who will not knowingly break those commitments (nor let me break them),
One who is strong and mature, able to look on my tempest with calm,
One who revels in my strength and its growing,
One who will stretch me, mold me, break me, yet never leave me broken,
One who will nurture the soft other inside,
One who is constant, always returning,
One who is mindful.

She is my wife, my model, my friend, my challenger, my Mistress, my Goddess. And my love for her is given fully and freely.

These words are honest and true. So shall they be.