Walk with me, I’m on the prowl.
Looking for the next soul, who won’t make me their victim.
From the shadows emerges the thoroughbred’s heart.
Shy but ready for the race to start.
Look at me a moment, let your mind not speak.
See how the many moons have tried this heart.
Don't hint at reciprocation, value your intentions.
Because, even the coldest heart thaws within the Sun’s embrace.
~DivineChaos
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