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Although I adore the original, I have been inexplicably obsessed with Maxwell's cover of Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work". I always gravitate towards sad songs, but this song doesn't make me hurt. It makes me feel warm and comforted. It articulates what love feels like for me, not just the words. I marvel at how I fell so completely in love when my predilection leans closer to solitude and fear. I am amazed at the capacity my love could swell over the years. Love doesn't expel the fear or the solitude. It doesn't extinguish loneliness. My flaws, my cracks are still apparent, but love fills me. It consumes and shapes and I find I am more of the person I want to be in this love.