Unfettered by ego he offers himself only as the man he is, without all his worldly adornments, a king wearing no crown, carrying no shield, standing alone, reaching for me.
I hurt him, turn away from him, deny him his identity and not once does he retaliate.
He only cries.
Eventually I hear him.
Through all the chaos of a chattering world, I hear the one voice that has been speaking to my heart, perhaps forever.
And now we will stand face to face in the light, gazing into the truth of the other's eyes, a miracle of love's tenacity and power.
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