The lone wolf,
Once he used to be
Howling till the moon go down
On a far away mountain
No mate he had,
Melancholy was unmistakable,
He used to shatter the silence
By his lonely cry
His mate recognised his call
She has not seen him
Nor know him
But she could understand those vibrations
A longing
A desire to be loved
She knew it was him
That she has searched for all her life..
~ Dakshi~
26/04/2015
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Awesome 🙂
You have got a beautiful personal blog. Your lover is fortunate to have you musing over him for an eternity now. He is the subject of your writing and you are the subject of his love.
-Naima
Thanks Naima dear…