Alone in my room,
We had our little conversation.
I was enjoying the attention.
Then, He kissed me.
He said, "I love you."
He carressed me
in His warm, tender arms.
My hair was standing
But I knew His love was true.
I left myself crying on my bed.

Then..

I knew someone else was watching.
he was angry.
And jealous.
A cold shiver ran up my spine.
I was afraid.
Afraid that he would torture me again.
I trembled.

But He was with me.
I knew that that someone else
couldn't touch me.
Still, I felt inferior,
lost, and afraid.

Will he torture me again?
I didn't know.
But I was reassured.
My love was with me.
He protected me.

With His life..