The soul of war lay upon her soul. Love has finally taken its toll. Her face was wet, soaked with tears. No one under stood her pain or fears. Her eyes were red - pepper spray??? She had been crying all damn day. So hard to breathe, shes gasping for air. She thought they made the "perfect pair". Her heart was broke, shattered like glass. Would this feeling ever pass? As she looks in the mirror what does she see? A solier of love is staring back at me.
So often one is misunderstood when it comes to matters of the heart!! I liked the way she saw herself in the mirror and saw a "Soldier of Love"!! Nicely done!!
Creation of woman from the rib of Man: She was not made from his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved."
Canyon Country, CA