It is the sweetest moment. A moment like that can be complete. From then on it is life, life with its commitments, loyalties, determination and struggle. But a moment, a moment that covers no distance in time, have no space, can be true.
Does he have to be handsome? I don't think he has. He has to be possible, the animal has to be there, lurking.
My friend brought him and told me who he was, where he came from, whom he knew and what he did. He turned his eyes at me and looked at me.
This was what he did. He looked at me and he saw me. He saw me but not in the sense when the Goddess or her angels look into your soul and see all of you. He was no magician, he couldn't know me, couldn't see more than what was there.
He saw me in the way a baby sees a bright shining thing and wants it, not because they know what it is, but because it shines.
He looked me in the eyes and he saw me, selfishly. His eyes told me that he wanted me. They told me he wanted to rule me, do things to me, take me and have me for himself.
I looked back. I looked into his eyes and saw what he wanted. And in that moment, the sweetest of moments, he could have me.
This land is mine but I’ll let you rule
I let you navigate and demand
Just as long as you know…this land is mine
('This Land is Mine', Dido Armstrong, 2003)