DesWolf of the Steppes

I am the wolf of the steppes. Tracing each night, her memory ... upon the shores of my soul. Love bruises pride, with tenderness ... but never does love forget, the paths she has taken to be here. My heart is an open book. Take that which may be of comfort and fill each empty page I have saved ... for just this moment in time. I had always known I would someday take this road but until this second I did not know it would be today. Others may forget Still, I am haunted by your memory