She is the object of my desires. A woman who has been thrugh more horrors then my mind can grasp. Her heart has been broken so many times I'm amazed there is anything left. I only hope I have the strength to help it mend, by giving her the love she deserves, the love she needs. She has given me a gift. A gift I hope I am worthy of having. A gift more prescious then then then gold. A gift of what I seek, and yet fear I am unworthy to have. The gift of her. She comes with little guarintee, only a whisper of devotion and love. Yet that promise however meek, has value some may never understand. She has put her trust in me. Trust to to take care of her. I must honor her trust, to be what she needs. I must be strong, I will have to protect her. Give her protection from the world, from herself, form me. A responcibility I hope I can handle. Having her has given me a new feeling, one that I never knew I could have. Because of her I have found a new completeness, beyond any I have known. A completeness fom having her broken being as myown. So I walk this new path, I take this journey into the unknown. A journey into us. My wish is to be all I must be. To be the me I need to be so I can be what she needs. A wish to be worthy of the gift she has given me. The gift of her my beautiful, troubled soul.