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