My lover waits in heaven,
she watches from the clouds.
She is one great marvelous wolf,
she stands out from the crowd!

Her body shows her purity,
her great wings show her grace.
She’s held aloft by innocence,
and she has such a pretty face.

Her fur is that of silver,
accented with pure gold.
It is so full and plentiful,
she could never feel the cold.

Her eyes so clear and wondrous,
a truly royal blue.
She is an envy ‘mongst the wolves,
that I know is true.

She sleeps atop the softest cloud,
it was held out just for her.
She dreams only the sweetest dreams,
not meant for any cur.

She fills my heart with her love,
and I fill hers with mine.
The feeling is so wondrous,
it surely is a crime.

I am just a widower,
nowhere close to being pure.
I am in no way worthy for heaven,
or at least, I’m not so sure.

Regardless I can tell you now,
that I really know for sure,
that my lover waits in heaven,
for this lowly, dirty cur.