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I don't know how I wound up in your arms My prince of broken, discarded glass, I know your mirror broke but in your cold beating heart, Warmth finally reaches you. At first glance you were brutal, Stubborn even. But to an trained eye the way you moved had the power of a lion, And the delicacy of an angel. I believe that under your shirt is a pair of wings. I don't know how I wound up in your arms, My prince of burning, scolding fire. I know you were torn but my love, Green envy can kill you with a blow. At first glance you were cruel, Somber and glowering even. but to a trained eye a rainbow was the one thing you truly loved. But now my prince of glass and fire, Break your chains that hold us down, Love makes us fools but those who don't love are clowns.