She was in all  appearances
A brash  confident lion
Unyielding to anyone
Utterly independent

That   is   till  he  came along
In the guise of a meek lamb
A sacrificial sheep to be dominated
Not once did she doubt this

Her mask fell to let him in
And she lay in his sweet embrace
Letting him  subtly  unravel her mind
And *make a delicate mess of her heart

She is no longer the lion she used to be
Her mane has been violently  torn apart
For he had been a predatory wolf
In the guise of a *meek lamb