He stands a firm, protecting rock
A pillar with strong arms wrapped round
The one he loves as slowly they walk
Secret smiles at the prize they've found
Her lips distract him as they talk
Her voice recedes to waves of sound.
His rippling muscles well define
The surging power just under
Calloused skin as they toe the line
Cracks of lightning, rolling thunder
Swept too far to return this time
Who is hunted, who is hunter?
His eyes change colour with his mood
She is lost in the depth but barred
From viewing his soul in its nude
He wants to trust her but it's hard
Once burned, perception ever skewed
Now he dances with fire and swords.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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