
My Wolf
He's a wolf,
strong, fierce, and free.
I can sense him.
He's looking for me.
I can feel the heat
of his wild eyes.
I hear him call.
I hear his cries.
He's so far away,
but I pray we'll
be together soon
to howl together
beneath a lover's moon.
The first time I gazed
into his dark eyes,
the fire I glimpsed there
made me feel alive.
Now I can't stop longing
for my beautiful mate
and hoping our hearts
survive the winds of fate.
For he's all I've ever wanted,
all I've hoped for,
and our spirits shall flow
as one forevermore.
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"My Wolf," written by Bobette Bryan, © 2011
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