Presently, the world through my eyes is cloudy, figuratively and literally...the rain attempting to cleanse the Earth of its filthiness, trying to rid the land of the flaws that humanity has laid on it.
Where is the beauty within? Where is grace? Is the entire planet forsaken of warmth and will I be continually subjected to this grave darkness? Men will cross the seven seas, traverse the tallest mountains and force their hand to fight against beasts to secure precious treasures. What will I strive for? What will I fight to secure for myself? I have no use for gold's glimmer, I don't care for flatteries from my peers and I don't seek any praise for myself.
Give me the hand of my beloved, to her will she receive such recognition and praise...such as she will be my glory, she will be my shining and the very crown that sits upon my head. Let me anoint you with fresh oil, let me drape you in fine silk and bequeath upon you precious stones. You will be the envy of all, your brightness will bring them into shame and they will know you're honored when I have done these things.
Not because I have desired you for the physical but because of the deep joy the Heavens has given me in bringing me a woman with such a beautiful heart and soul to me. Can a man fully function without his right hand? Can a man run the race with just one leg? How shall I function without my beloved? How shall I live?