'Tis that of a lone wolf my spirit, Wandering through the endless plains of love I am, searching for that which I my call my kindred spirit, One which is my equal thy spirit that cares for this tatered soul, 'Tis not my heart which is searching for a soul mate, Yet 'tis that of a caring soul which it is trying to find, Yet my heart hath been forsaken by ones which are cruel, But it still has remained open trying to find the love of others, Yet hath always been thy lone wolf's problem finding love, For though he dies alone his death is more painful than any
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for my friend Jessica because it's just too hard for me to tell her my feelings in my words yet it is easier through my emotions.
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