Mon Chéri,

Mon Chéri,

Oh how I wish I could hold thineself back from reaching out ready for attack.

For mine soul believed your heart to be true,

ne’er the less I shall not ask the to stay,

As you seem to be unknowing if I will triumph this feat.

I am not in need of saving Mon Chéri for I can save myself.

Nor do I require a diamond ring or Material things,

I just want your heart flowing with mine as open as the sea.

-Amber Wolf