It's like

Rewriting old stuff

It's like a flower
The power of your wit
The smell of your skin
You emit
Like a honeysuckle
I cannot but buckle under

It's like a tower
The protection you give
The defence you gift
In your muscly arms
I cannot be but unharmed

It's like a fortress
In which I am a princess
Whose walls
Our love holds
Oblivious to all wars