Letters to My Romanian Gray Wolf

The rise of her is the fall of you. The kingdom of this girl is yourring of fire, your raging desire. This girl, this beautiful and gorgeous girlhas the power to stop our hearts with one look into her eyes. Those deepdark eyes, within those eyes I can see my beginning and end. I can see herseeing me. This girl, this girl has stopped my heart, frozen in her storm. Her eyes are relentless, relentlessly pulling you into her storm. The stormraging in her is seen trough her eyes. The wind twirling around us all isher moving toward you. The rain falling on us all is your heart meltingfor her.