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Last but not least, my heart. I could never have put the love that is expressed within these Stories, if I hadn't been shown what love really was. So as always my story is a gift to my Own soul mate and tree in the forest. The one I think of last as I go to sleep and first when I awake. All my love for eternity baby.

This the second in my "muse's". This is from Gabrielle's point of view.

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Part 2

I am sitting here, watching her as she stands knee deep in the stream, my chin resting on my drawn up knee's just watching her. She is magnificent !

Now highlighted in the full moonlight, even I as a bard cannot find the words to describe her, she does that to me all the time without really knowing she does it, just takes all the words I know right from my mind.

Oh but when she does know, I could be in mid sentence and she'll flash those azure eyes at me Those eyes which hold wisdom and pain the likes of which would topple a god and i'm stopped in mid word, with my mouth hanging open , then she'll raise that damned eyebrow at me walking away, chuckling to herself.

By the gods she is amazing and to think I a farm girl , a bard, has done what the whole of Greece could not, I have the heart of the great destroyer of nations. But it was conquered not by any sword or mighty army, but by a greater power, by love, my love.

I turn my eyes to here drawing in my breath as the moonlight streaks across her, almost adding a silver aurora around her, as if she didn't have one already.

For anyone one to see her now, peaceful and happy , they would laugh at the Destroyer Of Nations would be here fishing in the moonlight.

I shiver, I hate that title, I have never known her as that and I never will. To me she is the gentle Woman who rocks me to sleep every night, the one who can look at me with such love in her Eye's that all I can do is grab her in a hug, oh and when she speaks words of love to me I Usually end up crying, my heart soaring, because I know how hard it is for her to do that. She will always be a woman of action not words, she would say " That is my department!"

I lift my eye's to her again, she's enjoying herself tickling the fish, I can see it, that childlike smile that others won't ever see, the concentration as she spies our breakfast.

The way she bits her tongue into the side of her cheek as she concentrates.

I smile, feeling my insides flip as she bends forward, so that now I have a perfect view down the front of her battle dress, I lick my lips as I watch her dip lower, exposing more of herself.

By the gods what she does to me.

Now I'm not saying that I don't have the same effect on her I do!

In fact sometimes when she's in the mood to play I can get her to do anything I want.

God I'm grinning just thinking of the time I made her wear flowers in her hair for the whole day.

The fights we ended up having because she wouldn't remove it, fights with ever drunk and loud mouth who laughed at her.

I cover my mouth to hold the laugh, knowing she is looking at me for a moment , then she shakes her head returning to the darting fish.

I love her, I am not complete without her, when I lost her I thought my heart had opened inside me, a void that if I lost her again would never be filled, i'd die next to her if I could.

I shake the thought from my mind, watching her again.

She has the passion of a thousand burning sun's locked in her heart and those hands which are now gliding through the stream, those hands that could snap a man's neck in two, those hands which are covered in scars and callouses, her hands that can touch my skin with the breath of a breeze and burn at the same time.

I can feel the blush spread through me now, the warmth that enters through my heart and expands like burning oil in my vein's.

I close my eye's for a moment, inhaling deeply remembering our love making .

each touch, every caress, the sound's of her and by the god's the feel of her.

Her kisses just melt me, when i'm holding her after, feeling every ripple in her , watching her gulp air, hear her murmurs of love , feel her heart pounding along with mine, I am Home.

I smile as I hear her leave the stream, I don't have to open my eye's to know she's smiling

at me, I can feel it in my soul.

She raps her arm's around me, drawing me back to her, so I can rest my head above her heart.

We don't speak we don't need too, we can feel it.

I bring her hand into mine, entwining our fingers, I sigh, hearing her echoing one.

For this is woman holding me so tightly, to some is The Warrior Princess.

But to me is My heart, my soul, my life, my Xena.