For her
For her I would traverse the world to find and bring her happiness, if happiness was found only so far away. For her I would slay endless foes or whatever it is that would impinge upon her health, wealth, and welfare, or that of those most dear to her. I would stand in the gap day and night for her and those she loves. Indeed, I have.
For her I would grapple with any problem, no matter the complexity and pain to myself. I would take it apart and make that situation work, bleed the venom out of it, make it harmless and a cute memory, and send it packing.
For her I would give what she wants, no matter the cost. Does it mean I lose something? Does it mean I spend my time in wonder and lack? Does it mean someone else wins and I lose? I can't lose when she is happy and content. I can't lose when she wakes or sleeps in peace. What more can I give her is a question I constantly ask. My love is always the answer. I give her my love every day in one way or another, though she may never see.
Love is sometimes a lonely course. We read the books and watch the movies and think of love one way, but love is more often a quiet and unassuming thing, staying in the shadows and out of the way, praying, feeling, and doting in a silent way. Doing all for her even when doing all is doing nothing. Love does not seek its own but the welfare of another. For her you will do whatever you can to make sure she's protected and kept from harm. You'd attack any assailant, rage against any negative circumstance, get down on your knees and pray as much as necessary (and constantly proactively) to assure she is properly taken care of. You claimed her and ruthlessly protect her and what's important to her. You slay dragons and endless foes to bring her peace and safety every day, though she may never see the rage of the warrior in your eyes. It's there, always under the surface, always at work, never tiring.
She may never see the enemy. It may never get close enough to assail. You can rest well at night knowing you fought hard enough she never knew she was in danger. That's when you feel sublime and happy. When she is taken care of and protected, when she doesn't even know danger exists. Nothing could make you happier than seeing her happy and unaware of the now-defeated danger.
For her you go to work on yourself because the last thing you want to see is your actions or words cause her harm. You destroy everything in your heart and mind and your mindless actions to make sure she is safe, even from you. Especially from you. She should never see you as the enemy, but, rather, as the one who provides safety. She loves you. She trusts you. You cannot betray that love and trust. You are a source of encouragement, reassurance, and selfless love. Anything that doesn't serve the mission has to go.
Once the girl I loved told me she was tested for an illness and came up negative. I wanted to hear her say she was healthy. I wanted her to know her words carry strength and not to be afraid. And I wanted to hear her say she's okay. That's what every man wants to hear. If something is wrong, I want to know that, too, because that's my job. That's my cue. That's when I go to battle. Sometimes things cannot be done. What's wrong has no ready solution. That's when I pray and listen, knowing sometimes a woman just wants a man to hear and be aware. I am a listening ear in those moments, but still itching to solve the unsolvable.
The best moments are when I hear her laughter. When I see her smile. When I see her, even from a distance, and know she's still out there. Still in my town. Still living and loving and laughing and all those cliches. I love those cliches. I want her to have all of them. All the joy and peace and contentment the world has to offer. For her I would sacrifice and spend myself until there was nothing left. I'd give it all. I'd go to war and die to see her live.
So many words have been said about when a man loves a woman. They are found in books and movies and musty, old love letters stashed away in drawers and chests. Those words live in the beating hearts of men around the world and are etched on the tombstones of those long forgotten. It seems the words are endless. Indeed, they are being written by someone somewhere right now. It seems they can be summed up by saying, "For her," as in, it's all for her. What we do when we love a woman is attempt to make her life more beautiful and pleasant and perfect. Sometimes we fall short, but that does not prevent us from trying again and again until our breath runs out.
My memory is quite poor, at times, and I suddenly realized something, then deleted the last post and some of the prior post. Forgive me. I don't know where my head is sometimes. I think I was just quite excited and that overruled everything else in my brain. I'm strangely like a silly child when I get excited.
Thank you for reading. And God bless.
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