Twin Flames

She sits and reflects. "You have been sculpted". A beautiful piece of art she is indeed. Beauty and brains. She has a kind heart and creates a peaceful home. His doll, as he would call her. Analytical and creative, she is the perfect blend of strength and grace. Her femininity is her superpower. But her occasional ruthlessness such a lioness is her secret weapon. Throughout the years, she has learnt to tame it and only make use of it when she is deeply wounded; when her loved ones are threatened.

She chose him; against all odds. She looked at him and could only see the reflection of herself. She had been looking for him, far and wide, in all the wrong places. Finally, here he was. The king to preside over her Queendom. She admired him, her perfect reflection. At last, the one she would submit and relinquish all control to. The one who would succeed where so many before him failed. Her heart smiled, she was at peace.

Soon, she contemplated and became frightened. He was too similar; the same ruthlessness inhabited him. His was even more powerful; fed by life circumstances and strong masculine energy. She worried she would fall victim to his demons. She knew she had to protect herself but she was incapable or rather unwilling to make him feel the full might of her wrath. She lived each day hoping he would realize they were one and the same before she struck.

Now, looking at this vision of herself, she could understand the fear she elicited in his unfortunate predecessors. She was stern, stoic, almost emotionless. She walked in confidence, perfectly aware of her power, elegantly hiding her vulnerability. She had always been a Black Queen, the most powerful piece of the board, secretly searching for her twin King who would carry the burden and defend her throne. The one ready to protect her. He had softened her. She wanted nothing more than to trust him with everything she was, everything she had.

Love is the Key...