Wolf love

Nyoko_beautiful moon

My beautiful silver moon

As I howl to your light Dancing to the twilight Stars sings as the seasons go by  Spring  Playing in flowers smelling like you Winter  The cold breeze fills my heart with warm and delight 

Fall Seeing my love dance in the autumn leaves and leap for joy as I fall some more Summer  As the months pass I think of you forever more as I leave for you to take care of your self and await for me to come back my love  
  • Author: Nyoko (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2017 14:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Love can be clam and gentle as the moon U look out side and look up And wondering and wait until your love comes to you U describes the moments of what it would be like But u have to wait until that time has come
  • Category: Love
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WLECOME NYOKO (lovely name) Thanks for your first Poem ~ Love the Wing ~ Ding presentation and the content of the poem "My Beautiful Silver Moon" Wolves (and foxes in the UK) do howl (and make love !) when the Moon is Full ! I love the Moon which is much more important in our lives than most people realise without the moon there would be no tides for instance ! We all howl dancing in the Moonlight ~ watching and bonding wth our Lover and receiving confidence and joy from Sister Moon keeping us faithful until our lover returns once more ~ AWESOME ! I am a MOON CHILD and consequently my "LOVE" is always controlled and gentle ! My Ladies tell me that ~ loving me and me loving them ~ is like being bathed in MOONLIGHT. You have touched on a very important aspect of Love in this Elegant Poem ~ Thanks for caring & sharing ~ more please ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Pleas echeck my Poems ~ Thanks B.

  • Nicholas Browning

    The merit in this lies in the fact that is portrays love in an old fashioned ways. I got late 1900s romance movie vibes. Good stuff.



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