Random Thoughts

The Girl With A Muzzle

My dear

My love

To see you

I have this privilege

But to talk to you

I need too badly

To touch you

I want to badly

To hold you

I yearn for it

I am the girl with a nuzzle

Separated from a boy she loves

By a fence called her parents

I pray

that a day may come

Where you can be mine

as I am yours

For a day

where I am tall enough

when I am brave enough

to climb that fence

I ask that you wait

Have patience

I'm coming

My dear

My love

I love you

-Natotox