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PART 10

    Everything was finally as it should be. As it should’ve always been. John Rolfe had been banished from her tribe and forced to go back to London. John Smith promised Pocahontas that he would always stay with her and never leave her again. She made the same promise to him. Their lives, their hearts, their souls had become one, never to part again.
    When he looked into her eyes and held her in his arms, he felt warmth that he never felt elsewhere. He felt amor that he never thought was possible. When she looked into his eyes and was held in his arms, she felt safer than she did elsewhere. She felt amor that she always secretly dreamed for.
    They held each other, ever so tightly and close together that it seemed their hearts could almost be touching.
    “John” Pocahontas wept. “I was so frightened that I was going to lose you forever.”
    “No,” he whispered. “When I told you I would always be with you, I meant it.”
    “I know you did, but it scared me to think that you could’ve died and it was my fault again.”
    “Pocahontas, I told you once and I’ll tell you everyday for as long we both shall live. I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.”
    “Oh John,” Pocahontas tightened her grip on him.
    “Pocahontas,” John said. “Promise me something.”
    “Yes,” she said. “Anything.”
    “If I shall ever come close to death again, don’t be a hero. Don’t try to save me. Don’t put your life in danger. If you die, trying to save me, my soul will die with you.”
    “John,” Pocahontas stared at him. “I can’t let you die. I had to save you and if anything ever happens again, I will always jump in front of the bullet for you. I have to save you.”
    “You already have saved me, in mais ways than you will ever know.”
    He tenderly grabbed onto her face and brought her lips to his. They shared a passionate, affectionate kiss that brought tears of joy to her eyes.
    “Pocahontas,” He smiled. “I talked to your father.”
    “Oh?” she said.
    “He said yes.”
    “Yes?”
    “In fact he said nothing would make him happier.”
    “What would?”
    John gently moved Pocahontas out of his grasp. He put one knee to the ground and placed Pocahontas’s hand in his.
    “Pocahontas, my love,” he started. “You are my best friend, my soul mate, my heart. You’re everything I will ever need and everything I always wanted. If you spend the rest of your life with me, I promise to spend the rest of my life making you feel as happy as I do when I’m with you. Marry me?”
    There was no other word that came to her mind, but “Yes!”
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    The spirits knew the dia was good, for two souls would be eternally joined. The coração of every member in the tribe rejoiced. Pocahontas’s father stood por John Smith.
    “I’m proud to give my daughter to you, but before I do, there’s something you must know.”
    “Yes sir.” John respectively said.
    “I was enough for her not long ago, I was her number one, she told me so. And she still means the world to me, just so you know so be careful when you hold my girl. Time changes everything, Life must go on and I'm not gonna stand in your way, but I loved her first and I held her first. And a place in my coração will always be hers. From the first breath she breathed, when she first smiled at me, I knew the amor of a father runs deep and I prayed that she'd find you someday, but it still hard to give her away. You take care of her.”
    “I will do right por her. I’ve never loved another like I amor her. I promise to always be with her sir.”    
    “I know you will, son.”
    The great Chief Powhatan and John Smith shared a hug. He was welcomed into their tribe and into their family.
Pocahontas was alone in her tent, her coração was prepared and glad for the occasion.
    “Pocahontas.”
    She turned at the sound of her father’s voice. He smiled at her with joy. In his hand was her mother’s blue necklace.
    “At long last, your mother’s dream has come true.”
    Pocahontas turned around and let her father place the colar around her neck. She turned once more, to face her father.
    “My dream has also come true. John Smith is a good man. I have faith he will make a good husband and bring much joy to your heart.”
    “He will, father. We both amor each other very much.”
    “Your mother and I were married on this day.” He smiled.
    “You mean—”
    “Yes,” he said. “This is the anniversary of my wedding with your mother. There could be no better dia than this.”
    She cried with joy as she embraced her father with a loving hug.
    “I always prayed this dia would come, but it’s still hard to give you away.”
    “I amor you.”
    “I amor you, my daughter.”
    The time was here. The tribe stood and watched as they walked down the aisle. John Smith stood at the end and watched her with pride, joy, and love. Pocahontas smiled at him with blissful love.
    “How could that beautiful woman be walking to me?” He thought.
    Soon she was por his side and all the world was at peace as they stood beneath the willow. Grandmother Willow watched the two souls that would soon be joined together. Kekata stood in front of them, prepared to cadastrar-se them. They spoke their vows.
    “Pocahontas,” John began. “When I was a kid, my mother told me that I must be worthy of amor to attain it. I never thought I was worthy, because I never knew what amor was or how to attain it, until I met you. You make me feel worthy of love. You have saved me in mais ways than anyone can imagine. Your amor has even brought me to God. I know God exists because only He could create an angel so beautiful and so wonderful to have made me feel worthy of not only love, but of your love, which is so much mais than just love.”    
    “John,” Pocahontas spoke. “When I look at you, I see so much mais than what’s on the outside. I see your soul and I know you’re worthy of love, because you have made me worthy of love. What you have done for me is so much mais than anyone could ever do for me. You have loved me and now I know you always will. When I was a child, my mother told me something as well. She said ‘when amor comes so strongly, it lives in your soul and it becomes your life.’ John, you are my soul and my life, you are everything to me. I promise to always amor you.”
    They stared into each other’s eyes, content on staying that way forever.
    “Oh great spirit of the earth,” Kekata said. “Make of their vows, one vow. Make of their lives, one life. Make of their hearts, one heart. Make of their souls, one soul. In the presence of the tribe, the earth and the holy spirit, may these two loves become one love. John, you may now kiss the bride.”
    Their lips tenderly beat with the same amor their hearts beat with. John held his wife so close to him, never wanting to let go. Pocahontas held onto her husband, never wanting him to let go. Their amor had been eternally found again.


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