Toro Tokuda

Lena be the heart’s desire,
True and free,
              Loving and kind;
Her touch make my heart be quick,
Her words in my ear, my face afire.

Difficult to wrangle, please, calm,
Lena has a hold of me, and me no qualm;
I need only to sense a whiff,
Her scent, her voice, her hair,
And Merlin–
             Slytherin–
                         Gods–
I on my knees, her before me,
A form of grace and beauty, she;
Like none other, no other, none.
Mais– ah– mais quand m’elle aime
It make this Wolf doth lame
Before the brightness that is she–
Her kiss, her laugh, her river for me.
Those that I trust be few,
And beside her, only two.
I trust her opinion true
From the depths of the cricket’d night
To the morning dew.
“Just the night!” You exclaim–
Your raging thoughts be still.
All the nights, n’times between…
Though ’tis the nights she thrill.