He is my muse. He increases my territory and adds to my life. He provides, and for that, I am grateful.
This guy, I climb like a tree. Each branch makes me sing differently. Wisdom and power. No drama. No concubines. No hiding. No lies. He is god. And I am goddess. No games. Although we do play. No secrets. No disrespect. Balance, courage, and peace. This is the way.
I check my warriors’ pulse…
… his heart beats steady for me. Father, brother, cousin, uncle, friend. Husband, can I see you again?
P.S. I love you.