My deepest apologies

There is a kind of love that sets me free

That takes the most hardened of souls and makes them soft once more

Under no discernation does this require the erotic of minds to be keen or used

The mind of a man apart from himself may become hole with her touch to his heart

The kind of touch that does not require physical to physical interaction

A mentality of a man who angers and grunts and growls of an animal

Howling for the moon

For she is his beloved

For she is glue to be hole once more

Grounded feet may they be the ones in which taming would be willing to be accepted upon this heart

The beating of my frontal lobe

The trickling of goose bumps on my skin down my vertebrae

Does this calming become mine

When adrenaline pounds my heart a thousand beats per minute

Does she take to beat at a vegetative state

Upon time do I wait for this woman

Waiting upon waiting as the clock tick and tocks away my days and the sands of time empties

One million times do I wait as I watch it go

The time will come for her to be in mine life

In which I would be deserving of this love

Until then

Wildness and ferocity shall be at my wake as I love as a poet does

With rapid veracity and never wavering

Never shall a woman again no love as I would give to her and all men to follow my deepest apologies