I feel like the coyote waiting patiently for the moon,
And howl to see if it hears before it leaves to soon,
Or better yet like the bear waiting for the salmon,
As stiff as a statue with no emotion or fear,
Until I can burst out when my catch comes near,
And I know I will be ok as long as you are in my life,
Whether it be friend, foe, or even wife,
But without the chance to at least fight,
My heart will be in the dark searching for a flashlight,
All I wish is that I enjoyed more the time,
That we would lose each other in our eyes,
But those little qualities will forever be engraved on my mind,
Her scent after a shower, her skin so soft,
Even when she was sweaty or started to wine,
Her smile with a style of its own,
It even owned the power to steal my breath,
What power what strength she has in a look,
And now before us is our greatest task,
To see if this greatness can truly last… |
Submission Name: Do Great Things Last?
