i can't say i loved you like some hero of old the greatest beast i've had to fight is a man who told me girls couldn't do anything (and yeah, i proved him wrong, but he left thinking me the exception, not the rule)
don't treat me as othello, far from home and struck down with words stronger than desdemon's love the moor was everything i'm not
don't call me boudica don't call me scathach or aoife - the reason their once-bright flames are so captivating is that their hearts were strong and more alive than their eyes (which danced with fire even as they died) they were heroes and i am here
i couldn't love you like a warrior, conquistador, ruler - yet. but it's what's coming that matters, not what came. (of course i can't love you with fire not yet mine.