Love is a tiger
The rarest of cats, He is the very essence of beauty
He is power, muscles rippling just beneath the skin
He is majesty, carrying the balance of life and death in His dread jaws
Love is not predictable
He doubles back when you think you are on His trail
He lies in wait for you, silent until the moment of the killing pounce
He will find you no matter how deep into the jungle you flee
Love rules all the worlds
Brings them into being with His roar
Brings them to life with hot breath
Plays with them between His paws
Love is terrible
If you are not frightened, you should be.
But Najat says this to you:
Go to your home, and gather your weapons.
Tigers should be hunted.