My love

Late at night when the moon seems to becon the call of the wolf. My howl rings through the night awaiting the faintest call. Yet when nothing seems to return from my howl I begin to wonder where the puppy of my love is. Soon from the depths of my soul my cry, for her, howls deep into the silent night air. Soon after my sorrowful cry I hear the reply my soul and heart races to hear once again. I know that voice, it must be hers. My body leaps from its pearch in search for this new found voice I hear. My body lets another howl sear into the night sky. When the reply is sent I come upon a lake and see the beauty that stands before me under the brightly lit moon I see the face of the lover I know. Once reunited both wolf and puppy are in tune with each other once again. Our love shall never die because we are each others.