Romance. This is the kind of love that kills. This love is wild. It will hold onto you. Take you in its claws. You are its prey.

When love captures you, there is no coming back. Love is strong. Love is powerful.

Love does not care for the societal norms.

Love is a wild bull. A bucking bronco. Man is trying to take control of it.

The world thinks love is a cat. Tame. The cat may have a mind of its own, but the world is its master. The world feeds it. The world waters it. The world cares for it and nurtures it. The world has trained this kitty called love. The world knows love.

Or so the world thinks.

The world is blind to love.

Love is a tiger. The world may think it has control of this beast, but the tiger is not far removed from its wild habitat. Its instincts are ingrained. Woven through its fur, its paws, its teeth. Nature gave the tiger teeth for a reason.

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The tiger doesn’t care that you found it as a cub. You took it into your home. Raised it. Fed it. Nurtured it. Tamed it.

The tiger is never tame. At any moment, the tiger will give way to its beastly motives. Nature holds on tight to its creatures.

The tiger is good at the game of disguise, of trickery, It will play right into your hand. It will purr, it will meow, it will caress your face. But don’t be fooled.

The tiger is never tame. Be careful to let it out of its cage.