70,000 years
Of practice
Just
To love me.
To love the warmth of my skin,
The feel of my hair.
To love the scent of my wildness.
Simply to see through the bone
& gore
& be one with my heart.
Remember
Dear
dear
companion!
That you were BORN to love me!
How you can leave your ways
I know not...
How you can not be pulled by my warmth,my scent ......
I know not!
The day will come
when you answer
To the call of my heart
Once again.
Look in to my eyes
And feel me!
Feel.
That
You
were
Bron
to
Love
Me!
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