To know oneself is to know ones' soulmate
To love another is to love oneself
Here one sits, as he writes knowing only that the soul, his wolf has but one to hold above all else
The wolf knows only one love, one home
He protects this home, this love through all without thought, without shame
For the mate of ones' soul is much more than love
The mate of ones' soul is half of the whole
The lock to the key, edge to the blade, handle to the shield
A moment without the other half is an eternity of torture
An eternity with the whole is but a fleeting moment that one wishes will never end
So let this moment of eternal torture pass and let the fleeting moment of wholeness heaven begin as the day fades to night