The Lion and The Lamb
My stone heart shatters in the presence of your wrath.
My stone heart shatters in the absence of your wrath.
Your aura is a passive hurricane, silently ripping my once-concrete heart to shreads.
If you could caress a Redwood through a woodchipper...
watch the tremendous giant of the forest diminished to miniscule pieces.
You are the Lamb and
I am the Lion.