'Little Wild Creatures'

Oh winter heart of the weary kind with lack of love and state of mind, the loving companion it was yet to find where ambition and hope got left behind.

Spring heart sprung loose and there's no going back, found the one to put his heart on track, out of that hole all dusty and black, with a cautious apprehension to kerb the attack.

The attack never came and a new fire burned, providing the light he'd always yearned; so he threw all his love into his heart's new fire, fuelled the roaring embers of his burning desire.

Both hearts were different in all of their features, but loving and kind like little wild creatures, so they had to protect them through their dark-different stages, that's why their ribs were little white cages, so they can wrap them all up in one of their rages, protecting their love for ages and ages. 

Though never too much for the love be undone, floating along in the skies they could run, when they soar in the clouds so close to the sun, forever and always their hearts beat as one.

by Ricky Roffey