Posted to Harigga Message Board

Re: No Subject By raine {Tgr}~R~ 03/10/01 03:19:10 PM

~should've been written in Norman's books someplace~ 

"It is the heart." He said as he looked at His young Friend. "You may think it takes perfection of a woman in body and face or the gentlest glide of her hand or the way she laughs, the way her eyes alight in your presence that make a slave. But no, it is none of these things." 

"What is it then?" asked the young Master. 

"It is the heart. It is doing what has to be done in your absence and in doing that with pride of not only she, but her Master. It is laying awake cold nights, night after night after night and still being there when you come home. It is aching and needing of the heart not, the physical, that keeps her yours." He scratched his beard and continued. 

"Find the one that disagrees with you and intelligently substantiates her difference with grace and diplomacy and never says she told you so when you were wrong. Life will never be boring this way. Find the one that helps you breathe. For there will be many slaves who will turn your head, but find the one that stays day in and day out even in your absence, when you ignore them and take them for granted, and they still run to you when you call their name. "