That night I saw the moonlight in your eyes
I wondered how to love one so divine.
Never a star adrift in black-lit skies
Does not envy the way your soul doth shine.
The threads of gold that glow beneath your skin
Were sewn by gods to match the gleaming sun.
The waters of the earth have always been
Envious of the blue your eyes have won.
If wolves could sing of all the pleasant things
Your face of angels would their words proclaim.
Your hair like wheat would lift their howls to sing
How ever such a mortal god became.
But you are neither she-wolf nor goddess
Instead the only one my love possess.