Wild heart with idol mind
A beating star too bright her shine.
A thirty one in a race of twelves.
But a lady who has us best ourselves.
For natter, for chatter, nobody could compete
More than a solemn hours sleep proves her bittersweet treat.
Suave to the last.
Wildheart an overlord from future past.
Lifelong where will you lead?
Diverging paths grow from their initial seed.
Wildheart where in my life will you be?
Never become a long distance memory.