May 13 2013- For a lover I don’t remember

If i were a wolf I could love you with all the wildness overflowing from my soul
and it would be perfectly acceptable.
But I am not a wolf,
and my wildness is frightening,
and loving you is like howling at the moon,
pointless and full of all the aching words can’t hold

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