Tender strength

Hold me close to your wild chest
Soft in Claws beating within zest
How you hide the deepest sin at rest
Can no more fit in your cubs feeding
See how lovely softness can taste
Yet look into his eyes he has to kill
So hold this tender lion until
He must free himself of himself
Yet return to find tender wild chest
And watch his own rest in their nest.
How the bird holds seed as it grows
Waking lions grow from the cold
So be not afraid of growing old.
For your soul is timeless and bold.