Lionheart
You call me lionheart
(Yes, I do)
Why?
I don't see myself as brave
Or strong
Or anything impressive, really
Not like you
(I am not so brave and strong
As you think
And you are certainly impressive)
No, I'm not
So why do you call me lionheart?
When I'm a simple author
And you're the warrior?
(Dear,
Simple is the last thing you are
Of course you are brave:
Even in the toughest of times
You never gave up
Of course you are strong:
You have held your head high
Against every insult thrown at you)
You call that
Being brave and strong?
More so than charging into battle
And being able to lift more than a hundred pounds?
(Love,
I find your versions of courage and strength
So much more impressive than mine
It is your amazing spirit
That gives you bravery fortitude
I am the one working hard
To deserve you
I call you lionheart
Because that's what you are)
Oh
(Yes, oh
Do you believe me now?)
I don't know that I'll ever
See myself the way you see me
But yes,
I believe that a kind soul
Such as yourself
Would think such things of me
(Kind soul?
Now, why do you say that?)