Oh, Je Pourrais Aimer Le Loup - Oh, I Could Love the Wolf

I dream of the wolf I met in a darkened forest room. I dream of the flames and your soul, bright I was scared for your persecution. You were wrapped in God, and light, But He never caught me like you. I watched you with a hunter's eye, But with no defence I was the prey My heart, falling, felled, on the floor. I know you will step over it when you leave, or try, as stepping on it might see it stick. Oh! My ribs ache from this! My breath belongs to you! I will keep you if I catch you, but your casing keeps you from me, your God is not one we can share. I don't know the colour of your eyes, But mine are mirrors that reflect every colour of you.