Mated To My Lycan Prince
For glance beget ogles,
ogles sighs,
sighs wishes,
wishes words,
and words a letter.
I finished the poem with her hand in mine, and Sibyl read it softly. Her voice was gentle and pleasant, like a cuckoo after a spring rain.
“I love this poem,” Sibyl looked at me.
I kissed her on the lips. “I knew you'd like it.”
“Your father was a good husband.”
“He's a real hero. He once told me that if a man can't love his wife and family, then he's a real man.”
“I should thank him for teaching you to be a responsible man.”
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