I Love to Write

She stands...
strong,
proud,
stubborn
facing the moon
with a fighter's stance.
eye's squinted with suspicion.
trusting none,
her heart broken
but beating steadily.
and a grin.
a grin that defies that steely look in her eye
because the grin spreads to her eyes...
she's not mean... she's just .....
she howls at the moon
and He answers...
and she's unsure.
does she dare?
she wants to..
but she's afraid.
of Heights...
what if he takes her to the peak...
and then drops her?
she's not sure she can stand another fall.
so she waits.
as he envelopes her in warmth.
and slowly.
ever so slowly
she does.
gives her heart and mind.
her body surrendered,
her heart offered...
do NOT take it...
it is hers for the giving...
and she smiles.
as she accepts the fur cloak He offers.
and helps Him count the stars.