I do not have a gentle heart.
My heart is overlapping silver scales;
Protected and rarely exposed.
My love, oh my love;
It is fierce and harsh.
My love is the barren desert when it leaves;
The scorned shall howl with thirst for my love.
My love is sharp, and damaging,
A fiery whirlwind designed to blacken lovers to the bone.
But my love, ah my love...
It is eternal.
When my flesh has gone, and my soul shifts from the realm of mortality,
I will love you still.
My heart is armored,
My love is pain,
My icy stare will steal the breath from your lungs;
Regretting...
But until and ever after the world of men crumbles to ash;
Not even a memory for the cosmos to recall...
I will love you still.
