Theirs was a strong and physical, passionate love but in time, to both, it was not enough. Such love was neither aim nor end nor greater good in and of itself.
In this knowing, he reverted to old ways and superstitions that, perhaps were ultimate truth; mainly religion, God, and faith and the messages they told.
Physical, strong, and passionate love—such was medium of higher purpose and means for the greater good: Creation, Life, child made of love as unified whole and soul composed of two others’ parts.
He dreamt of a child—a little girl—with eyes and hair and smile as hers and, equal, stole his heart; of endearment and love of different kind, paternal in guard and care.
Anna felt his heart and spirit’s change, its expression in their love: in slower, deeper of intimate; way of his hold, her center’s flutter to pulse as he tremored; body cradled in close held-pressing over his; both’s need for kiss in the moment of and to hold and lie in one-unity after; the way he gazed on her in morning-dawns—unmade, unkept, in most natural of light—and how in then he saw most truly her beauty and its reflect and telling back in soul-seeing of his eyes.
Then came day when she went to him with news in excitement and hope and fear—fear for what one cannot know until moment when you do—and together they cried in hope and joy in conceive of the Greater Good and hope-birth in new-life’s begin.