I speak in words, I speak in riddles
I sing in rhyme and it fiddles
I explain in metaphors
Write stories about wolves and bears
And have my own advisors
I talk with an accent and no-one cares
I shout every time
That you’re going to be mine
I growl any day
Just to see you play
Dance like a swan on a lake
Talking to you is a piece of cake
I can scream
I feel myself
Rising from the dust
Know that I must
Commit my only segment
Of love indeed
To the women I love.
The women I need.
A voyage to the end of the world
I would not say no
A trip to the last remaining
Mountain of snow
Holding our hands so close to mine
Drinking the clearest whitest of wine
In your shadow I stand
As it all is meant
A guardian I am
And live for anything you represent.
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