My lover,
You are a willow tree,
Born to the waste lands,
Of an eastern crush!
You are a strong woman,
To have kept 'calling the one'
Even when no one around!
You are roaring lioness,
When lost in an alien forest,
Without a pack, which is your kind!
Your name is beauty,
And you shaped all your pain,
In your flesh to burn with passion!
My lover, you are a willow tree,
And you 'bend or break',
Only for this earthly kid,
In an act of love at the waterfront!
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