The Jungle Lives On
In his midst, all quiver in fear
Yet, she did not
His paws could have ripped her flesh to ribbons
She cradled his mane with a smile so pure
There was no way he could harm her
Tenderness flowed from the roaring beast
Yet, he was her beauty with hair untamed
He needn't devour her
He needn't overpower her
He just needed to be caped in humility and nobility
She fell in love with the heart of the lion
He caressed her soul, like no other before
She is his bride
He is her pride
A love supreme roars on.....
- A.H. Scott
4/17/12
(painting by: Gabriel von Max 1908/09 - "The Lion's Bride")
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