The wolf of my heart, that turns my flower into a rose: I love you G.

You made it into motion
That love that became a spiral of emotion
You loved me without expulsion
And yet you left me in my own compulsion
Without a word
Without a trace
You left me wishing
And wanting your embrace
Along with the words that I keep writing about you in my stories
And those are the words that start with I L-O-V-E you, G.