The ointment wasn’t strange to me. It was the first step of my duty. But when you anointed me using your hair to dry my feet, I was so impressed that I needed to think deeply the sense of your act. And when I listened the objection, I knew who was on the right side of Faith. You didn’t need to tell something. Your act was sufficient to create a trace in History. So now, when I see you next to me, so close to me, it’s impossible to resist to your deep love which has nothing to hide. I don’t need any proof, my soul. I know that you are here for me, to take care of me without any exchange. We are an alloy and I can feel the blend you made with your perfume and my essence. Each of your moves, even the simplest, shows how deep is your love. That’s why I consider that I was anointed twice: one for my duty and one for your love, my soul.