Trust

Yesterday you seemed to imply I should not trust you.  
This is incomprehensible to me. It was I who betrayed you.
 
I've always been able to trust you. I've always trusted you.
You've kept all my secrets hidden in your heart.
You buried the keys to my destruction in the air-tight vaults of your love.
I only trust GOD more than you.
 
Why do you sow the seeds of doubt?  Should I fear the man I love?
I'm the moth drawn inevitably to your flame. I've stopped fighting it.
The warmth of your love comforts me.
The heat of your passion inspires and inflames me.
Is it possible that the flame would destroy me?  That is beyond my understanding.
You are light and warmth and love and peace. You are everything I desire.
 
I sleep peacefully surrounded by your body.  All anxiety repelled by your strength.
Your presence is the lullaby that follows the tidal waves of ecstasy.
You are my delight and safe harbor.  
I trust your words.  I trust your hands. I trust your heart.
  
You frightened me a little yesterday.  You seemed to imply I should not sleep near you.
My mind and my heart cannot accept that you, my protector and my knight, would harm me.
I could never harm you, even in defense of my own life. Even though, in Afghanistan, I've killed men in defense of my life.
If for some unfathomable reason I believed you intended to harm me, my options are escape or evasion.
But what would be the point of the natural instinct to survive? My life would be worthless to me.
 
Perhaps you still hold some resentment towards me.  That is understandable. I know what I did to you.
I know the hurt I caused when I betrayed you.
I betrayed you and used that other man for my lust.
 
I surrender myself to your judgment and plead for your forgiveness.  
I accept whatever sentence you decide.
I will show you everything, tell you everything, and help you to trust me again.
 
You cannot love a woman that you cannot trust. No man can do that.
I want to be the woman you trust. Your woman. Always.