Golden Years

By Ahura Werewolf

As we lay here on this warm summer evening.

I cannot help but count my blessings for having met you all those years ago.

A scruffy nobody like me never thought I would be so lucky.

Even while this body fails, my spirit grows it wings.

In your love I cannot fail.

Its funny that so many hated you.

They couldn't see the noble spirit within.

But I saw it even when you didn't see.

My love for you is eternal.

And will out last the stars themselves.

My Balto.