You’ve awakened something in me…
At first, I didn’t like it…
But I’ve grown to love it.
All these emotions… these… Feelings…
I can feel things… It feels new to me.
I remember when I couldn’t cry… Oh, how hollow I was.
I remember when my heart was made of stone.
But you… Somehow, you’ve made me soft…
Yet, the pride in me wants to argue, “I’m a beast. No one can tame me!”
But you… you humbled me and even ended my raging.
You couldn’t have done in your own strength…
So, what’s the source of your power?
Because it’s like none other…
I’ve never experienced anything like it.
You make me feel like I’ve never been in the presence of a genuine woman before.
And the fact that you wear armor, that is definitely new…
You’re not just a woman, you’re a warrior too.
I like you… I like who you are and what you do.
The way you talk to me is… soothing.
I find peace in your voice…
I can go to sleep to you… like music, your voice is very beautiful.
You really have power over me… No one has ever been able to do what you do to me.
You’ve made me change who I was…
How in the world can that even be possible for another human being?
That’s why I wonder, is it really you at work…
Again, I ask you, “What is your source?”
You have to explain it to me…
You make me want to explore you… I really just want to know you…
But every day, you’re a new you… How is that?
You seem to grow every day… You are never the same.
How is it that you’re so beautiful that it makes me want to cry?
How can anyone’s beauty be so powerful?!
The way you love, the way you care… It breaks the mold.
I can’t be tough with you… I can’t be “a beast”.
With one touch, you crumble my stronghold and get to me.
That’s never happened to me.
Well… Maybe it has… Just not the same way. You do it gently.
You’re part of some new species.
I just know you have to be angelic.
Because the level of care that you have for me,
I’ve never seen a human express it!
How can this be; that your beautiful hands were made just to touch me?
You shattered the armor I once wore and all you had to do was touch me with the tip of your finger… It all fell loose and you still see strength in me…
I can’t fathom this power you have; how you’re able to do what you do to me…
How is it that at your touch, I fall apart; I become weak? But… That’s a good thing, I think?
I still don’t understand how you have the power to reach into me and tame me; this beast.

To be continued…

Published by A Passionate Writer