by: Jaci Jace
creeping through the streets of nowhere
was i when he caught my stare
his mane so dark flowing like wind
black piercing eyes burning my skin
smelling the scent of hidden fear
of losing another he holds so dear
this to him was all too real
for his heart he do conceal
my love he saw was worth the trust
knowing this was no ordinary lust
exposed he bare true heart and soul
cherished through years of young and old
he is my love and forever friend
my love i'll give him until the end
