He's A Man...and That's No Small Thing

…but Sassenach—i Am The True Home Of Your Heart, And I Know That.” He Lifted My Hands To His Mouth And Kissed My Upturned Palms, One And Then The Other, His Breath Warm And His Beard-stubble Soft On My Fingers. “i Have Loved Others, And I Do Love Many, Sassenach—but You Alone Hold All My Heart, Whole In Your Hands,” He Said Softly. “and You Know That.

The Colors Of Living Things Begin To Fade With The Last Breath, And The Soft, Springy Skin And Supple Muscle Rot Within Weeks. But The Bones Sometimes Remain, Faithful Echoes Of The Shape, To Bear Some Last Faint Witness To The Glory Of What Was.

The Past Is Gone-the Future Is Not Come. And We Are Here Together, You And I.

You Dinna Need To Understand Me, Sassenach," He Said Quietly. "so Long As You Love Me.

Oh, Womanly Sympathy, Love And Food?" I Said, Laughing. "don't Want A Lot, Do You?