Remind her of a mind called peace.
Fill her with thoughts of not just an angel, but an angel that is her and can fiercelessly fly high to any sky.
Wisp your fingers down her back and whisper words of love into that sweet smell of perfume in her hair.
Challenge her successes and push her out to the open field of judgment.
Commend the bravery she wears so passionately over her breasts. Failure is nothing short but an alternate route to her cloud.
” A warrior, that is you. “
Open her head and fall into her mind. It’s wider than ours combined.
Remind her of the passion that lies so bright inside it burn your eyes.