The moon shines brightly over my knight
with his sweet kisses, I feel his might.
I wish and wail but all to no gain,
as I hold the night, I feel pain,
He comes; he goes and I am only his.
I come and I go, yet he is his own.
A lone wolf, that travels at night
is a lover that doesn’t stray,
so I am shunned when
my knight doesn’t stay.
Oh, how so much I loved
when the lone wolf of a lover
was mine during the night.
Written; March 1994