Look into my heart.
Can you see the sky in my eyes?
Can you hear the wind in the oaks
when you look at me?
There is lightning in my veins
and it thunders for you.
But I will tell you
that you cannot love me like him.
I belong to myself and you cannot possess me
but I would give you that which is mine to give you
should we both wish it.
Like the southern winds, you cannot command me
for I am as free as they
but I will serve you in the ways that you need
and the honeycomb shall be all the sweeter
coming from my hand.