She pounces on her prey,
timing her attack.
Do you chase for me O dear,
instead of me chasing you in a magnificent forest.
The hunt for love is only a mile,
but if we ever fall in love it will take us a while.

Bodies grow tired,
feelings grow in their hunger.
We all what someone to love,
the love and affection of another.

And in a split second,
love attacks us in a perfect method.
Which calls the hunt done,
but question is, which side has one.