Page 107 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

On Love

Sometimes I would wonder about it.

When the oldest of women

and even the youngest of maids

would speak about a lover.

They would unravel tales

that would make me blush.

Stories about stolen kisses

and moonlight walks

which would make me think of

him again. The boy with kind

and tired eyes. The way he had

seen an ache in me and answered it

by showing me how to gain

the trust of the biggest of beasts.

The way he saw a loneliness in me

that spoke to him where I couldn’t.

I wondered if I would ever see him

again. I wondered why I wanted to.

But the more stories I heard,

the brighter and more lovely

his face and kindness became.