The one I'm about to describe is partially feral
She doesn't concern herself if her hands aren't always sterile
Strong and wild, yet with peace in her eyes
Hold no fear toward my most likely demise
Words are her weapon of choice
Kiss my brain to sleep with lullabies from your wonderful voice
Can't be jealous of my other love in the sky
Don't be distressed when lefty is feeling shy
Perfection is not what I require
Someone who won't use me to mitigate their ire
Do this for me, and for you I'll lift the sea
Because all the plunder on the bottom is meant for we
Not to keep and squander, but to lazily toss back in
Yes my love, we can compare scars again.