Treasure



I love him more and more as time goes by, and he loves me. I have found treasure. I don't know if it was luck or fate; I'm not sure what I believe, but that he is my home and my heart. He is my mate. I defend him tooth and claw, lick his wounds, and hope we run and sleep and howl together for this lifetime and more.

He's the day and I'm the night. I see his good and bad; sometimes we growl and snap at each other; I know more perhaps than one would want to know. But his soul still shines out like the sunrise.
ericofsweden ericofsweden
22-25, F
Aug 1, 2010