I know not how it happened, how my heart managed this triumphant return. I thought at one point it was lost, never to love again, destined to live amonst the pages of time, pondering questions never answered. But alas, i was wrong, again my heart swells with that oh so familiar feeling of love.

I have felt the sting of loss many times thus far. For that sting i no longer desire to feel. For now i live afraid, afraid of that which is my greatest tool, my heart. I fear it leading me astray, leading me towards the sting of lonliness, of pain, of sorrow. For my greatest tool, is also my greatest weakness.

It may be that i am too trusting, or perhaps too forgiving. Be that as it were, my love knows no limits. I have loved another, even when that person has not loved me back the same way. I've felt the sting of lonliness all too many times, the pain of loss, the sorrow and mourning of loss.

But with this figure, for whom my heart does burst with joy, i fear no more my heart, for i know that with this figure of beauty, i have no reason to fear anymore.

i know not why so many saw fit to use me, abuse me, and leave me on the curb, hurt, and afraid. My heart has always been of gold, loving with it's fullest extent, those who have opened their hearts to me.

Why was i scorned thusly? Left alone on the curb? the answers to these i do not know, what i do know, is that i loved all those before this Goddess, with all of my heart and my soul, for what they sought beyond that, i could not see, for i gave my best to them, and my best was not enough for them. For this goddess however, i can be myself, and she will love me all the same. I don't have to try to be perfect for her, she takes me, just as i am, a mortal being