Thy heart speaks when you run unto me;
as you painted your footprints through the snow...

like a pack of wolves your mind, body and soul, seek for hunger;
Throughout sharp teeth and eye to eye, you were looking at me.

I paused in fear as the lone wolf I am, walking my paths day to day;
something struck me, and it was you, your eyes so deep in a true crystal blue.

Slowly approaching, spirits connected and our cold winters breath froze in the midst of the air.
A break, a pause as we stared right into each others souls while our minds and tongues seek a kiss to remember...