A Lion’s Roar Beneath the Stars

Oh, radiant stars that blaze in darkened skies,
I spoke too soon, and now my heart does quake.
Confessions cast from fiery lion’s pride
risk shattering the bond I dared to stake.

In arching aim, the archer takes to flight—
a fearless hunter, free and swift to roam.
Yet I, the lion, falter in my light,
afraid to chase the arrow shot t’ward home.

What if my roar should silence all I crave?
And in your course, I seem a passing fire?
Still, hope does burn beyond what caution gave,
that stars might bind our paths in warm desire.

So, gentle Archer, fear not love’s advance—
the stars have woven us, if given chance.