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The poem Wolvie wrote in my last story, "The Differences Between Us."
Two Hearts Needing Peace.
Dear Jeannie,
I've known you long, this is true,
My soul knew you longer,
My heart still beats for you.
I need you more with every passing glance.
I'm left to wonder when I'll get my chance.
Your life sustains me,
More so every day.
You have become everything to me.
I hope that in return,
I can be what you need,
As the passions you awake in me burn.
I think I love you,
Could you ever be mine?
This may sound trite,
Please be my rose, my life,
My ever-waking dream,
My winter Valentine. "
" I wonder who.." A puzzled woman with flame red hair had said as she thought
"I know who, Logan."
"Did ya say somethin' Red?" This Logan asked as he graced her upwards in his
arms.
"I merely thought.." She started but never finished before a well intentioned
kiss stole her breath away. "Logan!" was the only word she could escape as she
ran from bewilderment.
"Jeannie!" Logan cried after her before she ran, but he ran too, for he loved
her. She was and still is his angel. The wings of every dream he can remember,
and ever wanted to.
Love, love can do this to a man, especially one long burning. The type where
Anything seems possible and all that she has to ask, and the deed shall be done.
So he runs after her, needing for her to be O.K, and that's not all of
Our story, the rest shall form another day. Keep dreaming in peace and life
treat you well, for one day soon, you shall have your own story to tell.
Yer ol' pal. The Bud.
The poem Wolvie wrote in my last story, "The Differences Between Us."
Two Hearts Needing Peace.
Dear Jeannie,
I've known you long, this is true,
My soul knew you longer,
My heart still beats for you.
I need you more with every passing glance.
I'm left to wonder when I'll get my chance.
Your life sustains me,
More so every day.
You have become everything to me.
I hope that in return,
I can be what you need,
As the passions you awake in me burn.
I think I love you,
Could you ever be mine?
This may sound trite,
Please be my rose, my life,
My ever-waking dream,
My winter Valentine. "
" I wonder who.." A puzzled woman with flame red hair had said as she thought
"I know who, Logan."
"Did ya say somethin' Red?" This Logan asked as he graced her upwards in his
arms.
"I merely thought.." She started but never finished before a well intentioned
kiss stole her breath away. "Logan!" was the only word she could escape as she
ran from bewilderment.
"Jeannie!" Logan cried after her before she ran, but he ran too, for he loved
her. She was and still is his angel. The wings of every dream he can remember,
and ever wanted to.
Love, love can do this to a man, especially one long burning. The type where
Anything seems possible and all that she has to ask, and the deed shall be done.
So he runs after her, needing for her to be O.K, and that's not all of
Our story, the rest shall form another day. Keep dreaming in peace and life
treat you well, for one day soon, you shall have your own story to tell.
Yer ol' pal. The Bud.