The Wolf with the Red Roses

wolf-and-rose-two

They had a love.

that was unconventional,

to say the very least.

She was a woman –

who loved to live on the edge.

He was a wolf dressed like a man

and he was always  –

hot in pursuit.

They loved and they fought

and it never seemed to make much difference.

She couldn’t live without him

and when he strayed,

he’d return with a brilliant smile

and an armful of red roses.

They spent one wild summer,

setting the woods on fire.

playing hide and seek

and passionate nights,

on the beach by a bonfire.

Swimming in a lake,

that reflected like molten silver,

by the light of the full moon.

The days were the hardest,

when they ached for one another,

waiting for the moments,

when they could be as one.

By mid-summer she was hopelessly in love

and wondered if he’d stay.

Perhaps this time he’d stay,

no longer stray,

perhaps the wolf  –

would become her man.

It was on the nights,

when he didn’t come,

when she sat sleepless,

gazing at the sky above,

she remembered the kisses

and the time they spent together.

Walking by the lake,

wondering when he’d come back

and then he would and nothing else mattered,

but the love and the passion –

that they shared.

It was when he came to realize,

that without her he was half

and without her,

his heart ached as if it might burst.

When they came together

and he held her in his arms

and couldn’t let go,

that he knew,

his wandering days were over.

The wolf became a man,

as skyrockets blazed above

and their passion flamed.

He knew she was the woman –

that he truly loved.

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to The Wolf with the Red Roses

  1. beautiful story,loved it Rasma

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