It was a deliverance, 
A redemption,
And she was liberated
At last, 
At long last,
From servitude to the god of despondency.

Her eyes,
It was her eyes that he accepted
As a mirror of her soul
And accepted the difficult
But charitable
Chore of responsibility
For a soul
Almost
Lost
In the dark shadows of slavery
To her only knowing,
Her world,
Her life.

He would try
To take her hand,
For guidance,
Towards the bearings of a path to
Freedom,
To a rising up and
Transcendence,
At last.

Never judging,
Just accepting, 
And wishing the change to become the real,
The reality,
The verisimilitude of splendid life that one should know,
All should know,
But at least this one,
This soul
In turmoil,
In pain, 
Might finally, at long last, know.

And she glowed,
After accepting the truth, the offering,
The benefaction,
She shone
And became his gift
In kind, reciprocal,
As they danced
The steps of energetic elation
For life and love.

It lasted for awhile, 
And ended,
As it does,
When you offer it all and it is taken,
But sometimes rejected
For something other,
Something better,
Now that the burden was gone,
He had lifted it,
And she tripped away on swiftly moving feet,

Now free
To be what she would be.

His joy was in the release, the freeing, the liberation,
And tears were 
Just
Tears of joy,
For her, 
For what she could be, 
And would be.

Free to be all that she would be, 
All that she should be,
All that he could see,
As he lifted his head high
In pride.

He had done his duty,
He had done it all, and more,
And she was now
All he had ever wanted.

All.