Darling, I am soft.
I have flowers growing inside of me.
The kind you plant during springtime.
But I am also hard.
I also have lightning in my veins.
The kind you fear will start a fire.
Did you really think you have power over me?
Did you really think you could make me fall down,
and not expect me to get right back up.
You may not see my lighting,
but it's there when I need it.
So consider this my warning,
that I have the power to create an inferno,
you will never see coming.