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She glides along the bridal path
Through the forest, to the altar
Where she meets, her mate to be
Knowing, she cannot falter
A she-wolf dressed in satin
She is everything he needs
As darkness grows around them
They recite the lover’s creed
“Let no human come between us
We are one with the forest hounds
We pledge ourselves, undying love
As we stand on these earthen grounds”
He shines with pride, beside her
No others dare to encroach
Upon a lobo and his chosen one
Both now beyond reproach
As sunlight fades behind them
For her, there’s no turning back
She has given him her life blood
He has given her his pack
©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
I knew it!! Kudos to you for coming out! (Giggles) Seriously, I love this Dorinda. So well done! I have told you before… I envy your talent and I’m so glad that we are friends. 😃💛
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This one was for you, Walt! I didn’t want to disappoint lol Thank you so very much. I am so glad we are friends, too 🙂 ❤
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I am honored 😃💛
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You inspired me, I’m the one who’s honored 🙂
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❤️❤️
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Thank you, sis! hope all is well on your side of the US ❤
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It is ❤️
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Very glad to hear that 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you very much ❤
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You’re a sweetheart, and you’re welcome.
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