Hint Of Iron

Ah that soft warm voice

With just a hint of iron

Those piercing eyes

So grown and knowing

You were no stranger

To the side that was wilder

And yet a conversation

Couldn't be milder

And yet behind the calm

Lay a storm

You, like a swan

Paddle furiously below

While regal grace above

There are many princesses

In this world profane

We never made it as lovers

Still I love you just the same

Povey 2013