All the poetry has wolves in it, all but one, the most beautiful one of all;

Run away w/ me towards the laughter  
Skip arthwart the setting sun  
   
Sleep on the dark side of the moon  
and howl with me in passion's fun  
   
Peony;
Your simple beauty adorns you with it's    
subtle suggestion of love on the cards  
   
A wisp of breeze blown hair has fallen  
stray from your scrunchy.

Au contraire, a velvet nightmare.  
   
Don't do it Francesca!  
   
Shivering fingertipless gloves wrapped  
around a tarnished harp, it's the only    
love he's ever known  
   
Before school snowfall angel,  
my hand is up with fine suggestion.