Pure

Looking back I see a man.
I see a man alone,
Alone and afraid.
Afraid of love,
Love so sweet yet terrifying.
Terrifying and horrible,
Horrible men can never love.
Love is for those that are pure.
Pure.

Looking back I see a woman.
A woman as beautiful as the day is long.
Long is her red hair and you can't miss her eyes,
Eyes that shine brighter than the any amount of sunlight.
Sunlight shining off her vibrant clothes,
Clothes hand-sown and bought with careful thoughts.
Thoughts of love and how good in it she would look to this man so dark.
Dark is not what she sees now,
Now she see's only pure.
Pure.

How did I end up with you,
You who are so pure and full of life?

How did I find such love?
How did I manage to keep you?

This woman, this friend, this lover...
How does she appear to me?
As beautiful as ever.
As bright as ever.
As loving as ever.
As pure as ever.

Now the man who was once alone is alone no more.
Now the woman who was once so beautiful is beautiful still.
Darkness gone, life fulfilled, beauty retained.

You ask: "Am I still the only one you adore?"
I reply: "More, more, more."