The beloved is that which reveals to you the inside of your own heart. She can appear as an intimate partner, which is one of her most evocative forms, but she would never limit herself to this expression. She is there as the sunrise, as the falling orange leaves, and as the red in the sky that causes you to crumble in the face of the preciousness that is here.
But she is also weaved into the darkness, raging alive in your sadness, wild and dancing in the core of your loneliness, and unfolding herself in the center of your despair. When you are able to provide a home for even that which is unwanted within you, you will know her.