my heart is not mine for the giving. You would have to claim it from the moon, the tree tops, the river beds- fight for it and conquer the earth, ride the northern wind to a place out of reach like the Peasant Daughter did to reclaim her Polar Prince in East of the Sun and West of the Moon. You would have to rise up warrior, and prove it to me. You think you get Brie’s lovin’ on reserve? Hell naw
