Sweet but Fierce

She's sugar in the morning. Fire at night. Soft hands, but it's hung

that old fire. Leaves the coffee cold just to prove me

wrong. I laugh, but I've loved her all along. Christine,

you're sweet but fierce. A storm wrapped in a smile, crystal clear.

You're the love of my life through the noise and cheer.

Oh, Christine. Sweet but fierce. She'll argue over colors.

The sky's too blue. That's 'til she'll say, just

to push through. Fingers tap the table, a sly little beat.