Blacks howling

When home is not a place but a person,

How they elevated this life and not worsen,

Became a river and a field,

Peace so tangible you can feel,

When lonely was your mind,

Somehow they rewind that time,

When darkening clouds chased the day,

Oh the nasty things the mind would say,

How do you give me confidence?

With every syllable and constance,

You peeled back the grime,

Washed away the slime,

And held me as one does with most cherished,

That's what it is....

Awe,cherish,mystified,glorified, holy,

It is any word that describes good,

How love feels, how it really should,

To be filled, not in jest or lewd,

Not sexuality if your in the mood,

But a deep, fulfilling resonance in the same feeling as sitting in the most beautiful day in nature,

Fulfilled! How I fail at loves nomenclature,

It is abated hunger, it is yearning, it is peace, it is......

So much to put to paper, oh the catechise,

So without cosmotizing the word,

And finding myself awkward and absurd,

I yell in this mind how to pen the feeling,

Oh god how do I tell her the meaning,

How her affection, is to much to just mention,

Talks the talks! How you provide my mind with undivided scholastic attention,

The betterment and self care,

Made me live better of which I'm aware,

Awaken,

For my heart has been taken,

Plundered by touch and thought,

And it's all I got,

To say I love you,

It must be action,

Create a whole entire faction,

Because my voice alone doesn't feel enough

It has to be in unison the loudest choir,

To show desire,

To make you feel my want,

To yearning with and wishing to be taught,

To have the machinations, plans, and formidable doting aggressive outcome for your love,

To make up for those who lacked,

To attack and attack,

That damn lonely feeling,

So it knows to whom it is dealing,

And love you tenderly, affectionately, it whatever way you desire,

To make sure you fly higher and higher,

That is how I will love  you.....

With all that I can muster.

With affection,

Wolf.

Dear Starlight,

I knew I loved you when home went from a place to a person, When yours eyes flustered me with simple glances. When the sound of your heartbeat made me so very sleepy. That in your precense safety was easily obtained and how I could lay my head in your lap and the weariness of the void of times before left me like laying down a piece of clothing. Like I had never worn them before. You are the personification of awe, and I am humbled by you daily. Being a better person or the best version of myself is not a pipe dream but a reality. I didn't realize it might take two to make that happen. I am better with you in my life and I look forward to walking it with you. Your love is shown in your laughter. It falls off of you in simple touch. It is felt in your hugs and kisses. And my god how long it lingers. I know a journey is coming, and how the heart yearns to be close, but no matter the miles or distance. My heart will always be next to yours. Because somehow in all of the cacophony of life that belittled and made it feel so much smaller. The grandiose of it with you shadows it all. I am humbled to be allowed to love you, and I am glad this is where I ended up after all. I love you. 

Always loudly,

Wolf.

The quiet puttering of your soul,

Pulled me in as the rain does on quiet nights,

All I knew was the stadium crowd,

The roar of cheering on bended knee,

Freedom was supposed to be in the company of trees,

Cold water whispering to the shore,

I didn't know that fluttering hearts would take me there,

Where fire hearth hearts, favored me,

When hands gripped me tenderly,

And words like billows would caress me,

Beg me to open doors,

Lift gates,

Invite company in for a cup of tea,

Those walls were guarded as in centuries had passed,

And you passed through as easy as a friend,

Like you had tea there since they where built,

Like you laid the first stone in tender care,

And came back to ensure it still bare,

That moss did not take it,

That the dirt had not eroded away,

As though you where it's maker,

And I found love there,

As one does in a loving home,

Like a warm cup of tea,

Sipped carefully...

I've always wanted to see someone have exuberance on seeing me,

And my god your smile is so loud,

To have laughter sound like hundred people laughing in my soul,

I didn't know you'd be there,

In the short time I've had the pleasure of your love,

It was like seeing a place painted in beauty,

A soft meadow, with lovely birds and free roaming cats for petting,

A brook running with wild flowers begging to be smelled,

With a sky so blue and lightly clouded,

And sun light who caused hugs and kisses on the skin,

In that place I hear your laughter,

Because in your laughter I am healed,

No weary survives it, no sadness may stand,

For when I hear you laughing, I feel your love on end,

I want to live there,

In tiny moments that stitched a heart bleeding,

Where I did not know my wounds,

Where you some how showed me true love on a floor,

On a date not yet dating,

In place that is yours,

Because of those I feel fondly,

Because of those I feel loved,

And everyday since viewing you lovely,

My heart has been yours. 

Why is the infernal clock the tick and tock the test of favor,

To show the loves faithful flavor,

We dub the minutes as the crux of power,

How good the relationship depends on its hours,

When some have made me feel well in tiny moments,

With small gestures and healer proponents,

Showed me love is not bound by seconds and minutes,

But will power as we do comminutes,

Is choices in timely disregard in how we are,

Actions and reactions to phrases in stars,

Granduer in breath, static in touch, romantically such,

Taste skin as penuche,

Hearts beats symphonies,

Instead of worrying of the ticking liabilities if you please, remember these,

That time spent worrying about if it is has been along,

Wayward song of time gone,

For it beats no matter with pitter patter,

Like heart beats aligned ever fine,

Just look to its now, and sip the wine,

For time waits for no one,

Waiting for long enough, oh the setting sun,

Oh my,

oh my....

You are my healer, and as my eyes see her,

As easy as tides walk in, I love her,

She is ocean breeze on summer nights,

Firefly lights in majesty,

Awe inspiring, honor inducing, fairy,

Whom has not stolen, but freely holds heart,

For her precense peels back timely wounds,

Dresses them in ease and pampers them,

She in golden eyes, sees me in manner,

To which you would not believe,

For kindness, friendship, and intimacy have taken me,

And as I am worthy at her word,

She may have me,

For to many days spent folly,

To many alone,

To many worrying why I was not enough,

For when rain fell and I was fallen with it,

She is the umbrella,

The sun,

The words I love you written plainly,

And all the ones who can't see you in my eyes,

They do not speak for the world,

Nor do I,

But such ill try to give the same in words above,

To be a heart and healer in a world filled with malice,

Because joy is a choice, a gesture,

You my love, embodied it with ease,

Continuous and loving,

BW

She is that whom walks with waves of summer days,

When winter scoffs at her feet as the cold golded faye,

In those days of wintry grasp and stunning benediction,

She folds the rains as if they bended by her very diction,

As I view her in such reverious appetite to savor again luscious skin,

I do not have to remind myself to let her in,

For she walked into this space as she owned from that very moment,

Became the loudest audience, my biggest proponent,

To stare and state alike in fine wine eyes.

That aloud we stated in unison,

I want you...

How does small talks build like blocks,

Finding notes in keys so eloquently,

Knowledge she knows what can undo me,

To gaze upon for so long and slowly wonder,

How anyone did not see thee like a trampling,

As an avalanche down hill with beautiful eyes,

It is beyond me,

That someone with wit, beauty, and capability,

Does not have a line of suitors begging attention as royalty does,

That when you are near I can count the luck I spent,

Every penny fallen since,

A fortune I wish to spend on it,

For you are as water to a duck, and grass to a deer,

As does conversation with you sustains me,

It wipes away old worries, and kills the lonely,

As if that feeling never wained at all,

And the vastness of your importance hit me as such a way,

As tidal waves surely come to shore,

That I don't worry about insignificant things,

But am I a better man day by day?

For me, and whatever our future may lead.

This is what peace is,

Not intense laughter or the pleasure thereafter,

It is not piles of money or the many words in honey,

It is not the way she looks or the way she cooks,

It is not soul mates, red strings and the fates,

It's words and acts, Living in reality and fact,

An intensity and propensity to romance thee,

To give so much love, that rivals the definition from above,

So that heartaches, and bad takes from before are no more,

To heal wounds long forgotten, and Un do that knot in,

That had fumbled you for so long, and watch it finally be gone,

Real love is peace, it makes you weak, and builds in that same breath,

And you my faye, my queen, my love personify this. 

On such a way that her touch calms the things that give to chaos,

As tidal waves of them come she but waves and wash,

They vanish as phantoms do in foresty nights,

Give way again to sultry sights,

Oh how she has me in such bindings,

To come to mental acuity of those findings,

That in her grasp I am not victim nor slave,

I am no mindless toy, or royaltys knave,

For she my queen holds me to kingly heights,

The demons she stares down and dares them to start fights,

The days limited in number but greater accumulation of lifted emotion,

The way she holds me as does a caring ocean,

The vastness of her wisdom at core of best of wants or needs,

For even she to God in my case pleads,

That bad days of unholy night turns to moon lot romances,

No more of anxietys deadly lances,

But a calm mind, with better words, In this world my heart she holds,

That past mistakes are not lakes, but tiny creeks that seem to bold,

But alas looking at the past now, it lesson after lesson from divinity,

That those days where a learning session not my enemy,

And all I see ahead is a life in love led,

Communicative talks with my head in lap in bed,

About dinner, my day, and how I've been,

No more emotional bandages in my head,

No more if tommorow ill be alive or dead,

Just the mind, body and soul to mend,

From this day until God says it is my end....