Statement

I told her that I loved her...a simple, but immense statement, and in half a whisper she asked a simple but infinitely complex question. "What does that mean? In shock I answered that I have never been asked such a question. "The few times I have said such a thing, it was a drunken moment or a solemn vow  quickly reciprocated, but never questioned .... I started to speak without thought. Have I not read about love from all of the great thinkers? How could I not have an answer for such a simple question? It battles in our burning agricultures, her sword hidden in her pinions may wound you,  and it is a gift of the divine,  or so I have been told by wiser men than myself. When my voice gave her other men's answers she remained unconvinced.  I looked into her soft  eyes, somehow more gold than brown now, unsure of what to say. She spoke,  her voice pure like the first drop of rain during a summer storm, and  her words still echo in my mind: "love is what we make of it.  It can be all things to all people. I asked, when you say you love me..." I silenced her with a gentle embrace: simple words for a complex question.   "I know not what love means. " She pulls me closer to her -  I taste her lips on mine.  The touch clears the tempest of my mind and slows the thunder of my heart.  She whispers that I am foolish, and that is enough for now...it is enough for now.