velourvenus

To live without regret I restrain my wild heart, but all the same Though I'm disciplined by the whip of the mind The lion has claws even though he is tame "Be gentle, you beast! Be kind!" For I cannot stand your saddened eyes Your tear-stained features And should you lash out Your words shall break my noble prominence As your autumn feelings wither my regal mane My body atrophies from your sharp defense And rather then standing, facing my shame I cringe and hide my face Like a frightened kitten