She's not my strength or weakness

She is not my strength. She is not my weakness. I am an immovable object. I am the center of my own objectivity. I am a rock. I do not react to her fickle mood as a lover or the frivolity of her nature as a woman, even though I hang on every word she says. It is so important for me to remember this because I am a romantic. Not just any romantic either. I am no holds barred, armed to the teeth and existentially-bound in the core of my very existence to romance and the idea of true love. I may also be a swinger, a sadist, a polygamist, a hedonist, a psychopath and a narcissist, but I feel the eternal connection of love and the oneness of soul stronger than anyone I've ever encountered. It is a blessing I'm sure of it, even though I carry it like a cross. It is my due diligence to bear this curse and I am forever grateful to the source of energy and love and life for making it possible to be the way that I am. I do not yet fully understand my nature as a lover and as a being of light because I am still trying to wake up. Those of you that understand, will understand. Those of you that don't, won't. Maybe one day I can learn how to help others to evolve and grow, especially the ones like I used to be; the ones that howl every night; tied to her very existence not just her brightest light; the ones that scratch and maul at the iron gate with true, but heavy heart. Sadly I've come to the realization that there are few like me and that even if there were many, I'd still have to have eyes to see them. But sometimes when you adjust your clarity, things come into focus that were right in front of you the whole time. But she is not my strength. She is not my weakness. She is merely a window and through her I see light.