Silken hair that flowed down her back; skin fairest of the fair; her eyes soft,
caring.
When she turned and looked at me, she looked at my very soul.
I remember her expression clearly, understanding, compassion, and I knew she
knew everything.
I heard her silent cries and knew they were for me, and I thanked her with all
my heart.
I felt complete then, as if everything that had been missing in my life had
fallen into place,
And I knew, then and forever after, my purpose: to love and be loved.