It's her standing up to a sword,
the little fire that bubbles up in my throat
on reflex,
the way somehow when she wins
the stand off,
I feel like a wave fizzing at the shoreline,
calm but not perfectly so
caught up underneath her steady strength,
the way she brings out an awe in me
that reaches out
like the wind to the rest of the world,
how somehow I know it's safe
to let my guard down around her,
how at home I feel
just to be around her
safe and strong,
beside the woman that inspires me
the most, lifting up through the flames beside us,
to help me stand just a little bit stronger
at her side,
come what may