“Why wouldn’t I?” he doth profess of his love to his bride
When the nightmare is lived whilst both still awake and the hour is well past midnight.
The softness in his blue eyes
Shines brightly even in the dimly lit room
As once again the nightly ritual of enduring madness
Takes them both to a place they could never imagine before . . .
Once upon a time in a land 200 miles away
A fine gentleman found his love then lured her away with his sincerity.
She could not possibly know the trials in her tender frame that awaited,
Testing everything she knew about life itself and sharing it with another.
His strength in the Lord, His leadership in their home
Brought agape love, bigger than life and transforming them both
Such that nothing when her wretched, convulsive late night episodes groaned on
Could shake their faith in the One who endeared them to Himself, to each other, no less.
So when will the darkness end? They often wonder night and day after night
When hope is dashed once again as the optimism of the moment gives way to defeat.
Perhaps they will know someday: a loving embrace will return unmarked by demons or tears
And in the meantime one thing will remain as clear as crystal with the Redeemer’s love blazing through:
HE loves her. HE loves him. And they love them both, no matter, not mattering when.
Indeed how could they possibly ask for more?
Happy Valentine’s Day my beloved Steve.
Happy Valentine’s Day Gentle Reader.
With love, :JJ