You have asked me, what makes a woman?

Is it her behavior, dress, manner of speech? Maybe it’s the way she carries herself, or her ability to bear children.

What is it, that thing, that screams woman, that wakes the wolf and makes him howl for her?

Is it the scent and feel of her that lingers long after she has left. The thing that curls in your nose with subtle notes of honey and musk and trails fire up your spine when you think of her, when you want her.

She embodies all of your fantasies, bringing lust to life, your very soul clamoring for a taste of her.

She can stir a million emotions in you with one subdued glance at you.

But.

A woman is worth more to the wolf than just his lust.

A woman is home.

She is the comforting arms that bring you peace.

The vault that keeps your secrets, your tears, your worries and fears.

She is joy and laughter, bad jokes and authentic weirdness. She is unapologetically who she is and comfortable with herself. Secure in who she is.

She is forgiveness when you cannot forgive yourself. Accepting you for who and what you are, loving you even when you err.

A woman is kindness. She nurtures those around her, helping foster growth and success.

A woman is sacrifice. Giving without question, her time, energy, and often more, to those who might need it, but she never takes from others without gratitude and graciousness for what is being given.

She is inquisitive, curious always seeking to better herself, always learning, but she is still wise.

A woman is strength. She is a powerful calm in the face of adversity, finding a way and overcoming the things that are bent to destroy her. She is determination.

A woman is vulnerable, but chooses with great care, who to give that vulnerbility too.

A woman is something special, wars have been fought and empires fallen in the name of a woman. Men have fought for women for centuries, because they know her value.

A woman, is love.