Hold it down

To hold it,
dear.
Is more than just good grip on dangerous horns.

Although the fear of I brings unaccustomed strength,

I cannot rely on fear alone to stand this,
the test of time.
What's mine is yours.

What's yours aint mine.

'Twas not just once I left my heart at home,
to dry of blood and resurrect,
as nothing but a stone.