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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.
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Meissa Liane
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