She loved him with a madness
With a fury that could tear the mountains apart
If anything I knew she loved him, more than her body knew how, more than the earth could fathom.
And when the stars tore them from each other she loved him still – so madly, so perhaps wrongly, but so passionately the winds couldn’t understand it, the desert couldn’t see the purity of her devotion for this man
But if I know one thing
I know I will always admire the depth with which she loved him, the blind all she gave, everything she had.
But more than this, what I admire most was that when he tore heart apart, she stood back up and loved herself more passionately than ever before.