Wild Love

Jordan St Cyr keeps the pursuit relentless rather than gentle in "Wild Love" — "it chases me down to the ends of the earth, climbs canyons and mountains where no one would search, it runs after me like a raging river runs." The imagery is physical and unstoppable, not a quiet, patient waiting.

"Thought you'da given up by now, thought you'da let me get away, but letting go, no you don't know how" admits real expectation of abandonment before naming what actually happened instead. "The story of my wandering, every time it ends the same, there could be a million miles between, but your love finds a way" treats the wandering as repeated, not a single lapse being generously overlooked.

"It's strong and it's fierce like a lion, your love can't be tamed" closes the central image on ferocity rather than softness, naming the pursuit itself — not gentleness — as the thing that actually describes this love best.