I have never had a man look at me with eyes of intense passion as I did. Being seen is an understatement. This was not about physical advances. It was deep healing of feminine wounding. A mirror of seeing the power in each other.
It was an exchange of power. Tears hearing the cries of the masculine. Tears understanding the depths of another's pain.Tears in releasing the protective shields of the feminine.
And knowing it's not about power over. It's about power thru and power for. My heart is cracked open.It's about the power of love.
