Channelling Medusa - Prints

I never had the chance to be soft;
I was born of boiled blood and angry words.
I came out swinging with the heart of Medusa;
And, now, that I have met you;
A lover so tender and kind,
Uncommon and unknown to me,
I have no idea how to exist.
I can't look you in the eyes,
But I cannot leave you alone.
I just pray to the gods above-
I don't turn you stone.