YOU MAKE ME A WOMAN

When you touch me I feel like
a moon-kissed dewdrop,
fragile and soft.
And yet,
you give me strength,
strength to weather any storm,
stamina to climb any mountain.
You hold me in the palm
of your hand,
protective,
but challenging me to be
all that I can be.
If I should lose you
I will survive,
yes, for a million suns and moons
or until my life shall cease,
courageous and complete,
because you loved me
and made me Woman.