These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone
* You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
The wolf I will follow into the storm To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace
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I know not if fate would have us live as one Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
The wish I whispered when it all began Did it forge a love you might never have found?
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