Unsaid Thoughts
Today calls for a celebration,
My little wolf is finally at my disposal,
It wasn't easy to win her soul,
After years of seeking her attention.
Everyone says I gave her a love portion,
Trying to trigger her emotions,
To make her feel guilty of her actions.
Because I snatched her from her favorite person.
She's happier when with me,
She doesn't fake her true self when with me,
She appreciates every moment when with me,
Even her love life she opened up to me.
She now bears a golden necklace,
As a symbol of her love,
And I hold a silver jade,
As a symbol of my unconditional love.
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