My romantic animal is the Lion.

Love comes easily to the lion. It's your natural state, isn't it leo? Because, of course, for you, love is all about being adored. Not that you don't give back... But there's no point pretending that a leonine love affair is an equal relationship. 'Cos it's not.

It's a simple equation, really. You need pampering, understanding and loyalty. In return you offer protection, practical support and passion. Deal?

And it works just fine. As long as you're getting the lions share of sensitive concern, sympathy and emotional support, all's well in the world. But a lion suffering from longterm neglect is a piteous beast. It's not that you're petty, or particularly precious; it's just that its hard work being in control all the time and so many people rely on you and you just need someone to look after you. Sigh!

But a well-loved lion is a sight to behold. You positively sparkle with energy, glee and, well, a certain smugness. Bold, passionate, confident, you can be an exciting and generous mate. You can even afford to play a little with the parameters of the relationship, perhaps letting your partner make the odd decision now and then?

Unfortunately, the lion often makes bad choices. You're naturally attracted to other strong and wilful beasts but these tend to make a match made in the divorce courts. Nope, you need to find the yin to your yang, the salve to your burn. Choose a dedicated dormouse or perhaps a busy bluetit.

The lion is utterly without pretence and you're the same in bed as out: playful, passionate and generous. And just occasionally a whimpering little cub in need of a big cuddle.