He reminds me of a wolf,
His feet are swift on ancient earth,
Arms carved from boulders that won't move,
Skin soft to the touch,
Eyes that burn with intelligence,
Lips that are soft, far from aggressive,
and a smile that is lathered with honest affection.

It's been so long since she had true affection,
she longed for it so hard,
she sought it in the arms of a friend,
who knew not what she felt,
destiny or fate,
she always thought he was a friend,
but perhaps she was wrong,
maybe she didn't see there was more there.

So she sought him and tried,
to find a love she'd once lost and forgotten,
there's bliss at the start,
but she never felt that love,
she told herself she'd still be content,
she made a promise to both him and herself,
that she'd make it work.

Fall in love with a writer,
If you want to be granted immortality.
But beware,
If a writer falls in love with you...
They will carve you in history.

It took me some time,
to learn to love,
but I'm here now.

I won't be afraid this time,
to give my heart out.

History has given us,
a solid foundation,
to build our home upon.

And I'll lie here with you,
on the soft ground,
with our hands laced together,
and lips resting in a smile.

He has the voice of an angel,
too bad I can't **hear.

And still,
You are interwoven,
Ingrained into my very thoughts.

I live for myself,
I don't worry about what others think,
I don't care if I'm not wearing make up,
at the end of the day I come home,
feeling happy,
because whatever I did,
I did
**for me