My love is fierce
Leaving your limbs barefoot and honey-wild
Perhaps my dear
I am no dove, I am no shade of blue
Clear as any story-time will tell you
I am not a lamb, I am a lion
When courage comes
And colors our hair orange and goldenrod
I cannot help
Tearing your grip with every tooth and claw
I cannot keep the daring heart that finds me
From landing in the belly of a lion
The seasons pass
And pull from our lungs quick as a shotgun blast
But love is fierce
And covers our necks, thick as a lion's mane
