Loving him is power.
Like the song of a warrior-the drums thumping in your chest...resonating with every fragment of your being…the courage to fight the storms of life and the vigour to climb mountains.
They say that humans are fragile and love is a frailty, a weakness;
but then, why are the mirrors in his patient eyes and the touch of his delicate lips things that cement you together?
He is the crutches of your old age, the colour of your blood, the faith of your prayers and your reason to hold on.
Your shelter.
Your anchor.
Your parachute
Your last resort.
Because loving him is like a sip of manna-an overwhelming taste of rejuvenation that even angels beg for.

Because loving him makes you stronger….
And now the roots of his love have become the arteries of your heart.