Our hearts run wildly,
Never to stop,
Like wolves in a thick forest,
Around trees,
Over streams,
Dodging stones,
Through tall grass,
Like a wolf's,
Your bright eyes are piercing,
At midnight,
Beautifully dark green,
With flecks of grey,
They make me weak,
And strong,
My love lives for them,
On and on,
Like a wolf,
I will guard and protect your soul,
Fight over a bloodied ground,
On the hills,
Whether winter,
Whether summer,
A hundred and twenty one years,
That fate foretold,
That I be with you,
A hundred and twenty one days,
A promise with each one,
I shall make to you,
Whispering them in your ears,
To be stored in your heart,
Like wolves,
We won't be seen,
We won't be heard,
Only our presence be felt,
Warm as morning daylight,
Loving and caring as silk on skin,
To hold each other in the cold,
Your love is an abyss of paradise,
In the eternal confusion of time,
Like wolves,
We are surrounded by others,
But we don't care,
As long as we are together,
As partners,
As mates,
As one,
Like wolves,
Marked to each other,
Under the opposite of sun,
Under the bright light of the pale moon.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMaybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours. Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences
