she’d always been the prudent one,
the girl who played by the rules
until He set a game for them,
far from what she’d always known
to be good.
But she knew when to walk away
and when to stay calm,
and on nights when He’d let
his demons out, she knew better
than to run.
For wasn’t that how love was?
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough?
But never too much that she’d
fear His touch; He was more