I give you the gift of loving you exclusively. I tie you to this stern, sweet discipline to let you feel the demands of my love. For I live only as a shadow-woman if my heart can know no outpouring, my selfishness no substandard for your needs, if my countless good impulses and scattered affections have no single gathering-point center where they realize themselves and have meaning. I give you this –the manly task of earning my love again daily, the delight of your eyes when you look at me and see me heeding you. I give you all these things no matter how much -or less- of you you give to me.