Intensely True

On a dark, rainy evening I sat viewing life beyond the glass of my cold bleak house, no longer to be conceived a home. Empty. Unmoved. Numb. I had died, or so I thought, a goddess of the night, a hungry, lonely soul, recalling only pure moments of passion, mere moments, too fleeting to be substantial. You appeared from a dense fog, embraced my broken spirit with your strong arms and kissed away the trickling tears from my face, loving me, perceiving me as no one else had ever done, gently mending each wound, restoring my once youthful soul... because you possessed the courage to tell the truth... regardless of outcome.