She is Love

These days bring me to my knees. The moments when job or lack there of means nothing, money is as valuable as dirt, the past stays behind me, and the future is nothing to think about. These are the times where the world is circling around us but our eyes are focused into each others. Solid. Nothing can faze me; nothing can take away the mental image of her blowing kisses to me across the room.
A small procedure, a medical hiccup really, but to see her face when I wake up from it all is the sweetest gift. With a kiss on my forehead I lie back down into the clouds and rest until my strength returns. She is the reason I choose to fight harder and she is the same reason I choose to fall asleep in love.
She bears my pain, lifts my sorrows; she reminds me what battles I can fight and when to rest. At these times I am the weakest, I am naked, vulnerable, and secretly scared. My physical body is faint and I question the reasons why I'm here in the revolving door of medicine and disease and I question the reason why I must endure this discomfort. I question my passion and my efforts in this journey. I question if I have anything to show for it. I question my mind.
I don't question my heart. I don't question her heart. I am eternally grateful for her love, her compassion, and her soul. During these times of defenselessness she is my rock, my voice when I can't talk, my strength when I can't move, my shelter for rest. During these times of vulnerability she is my shield.
If for no other reason I fight and persevere, it is only to give her an ounce of what she has given me.
She is my love.