October Tenth
Oh wolfcub, time is not my friend
Can't rest till you are here
This mockingbird will take its leave
Only when you’re near
By now you will be waking
Encased in your own time
Roll over and you'll feel my touch
Trail gently down your spine
Enjoy the morning sunlight,
Night will follow soon
This time will pass, till then my love
Howl softly to the moon.
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