QUOTE : Though his expression was guarded, his answer sounded raw and vulnerable. “You were well named, Selene, after the moon. Though we know you only in darkness, like the tides, we’re all swayed by your pull, wanting nothing more than to shine in your mysterious light . . .” He looked away. Embarrassed. “There. I’ve finally become a poet for you, though not a very good one.” The man I’d married had no parents, no siblings to share his pains, no faith to give him strength. He’d adapted and survived on his own. Even now, stinking of wine, he was still changing. Like green shoots of wheat before it grows tall, he was a man still growing, still filled with promise.