That is the only way I truly know to
describe her. There were times as a boy I would look up into the night sky and
get lost in the vastness of the stars spread across the midnight blue, and now
when I look into her eyes I find I’m suddenly that boy again, lost in her soul
much the same way.
Since man first discovered the sky
above, it has captured his imagination and spurred him toward progress as he
divined the ways to plumb at its depths. Even now he continues to make all the
answers he can out of shapes of light that burn their way here. I find myself
the same way, since I’ve known her I watched her in attempt to know who she is
and how she works, only to continually be left in wonder at what she might do
next.
All I’ve gathered so far is that the
mystery remains. Just as the heavens open into a dark infinity lit by the
burning fires of suns whose light goes on even after they have died, so is she
filled with a vast emptiness that yet remains so full, that one might try to
swim only to drown before he might reach the mirage of refuge.
But the best of all is knowing in my
own heart that I would have it no other way. I welcome the challenge of her
heart and soul, and hope not that I will one day map the infinite within her,
but merely be continued to try.
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