eyes of wrath burning as they go , looking for a tigress or for prey, howling through the jungles .
You my Tiger , pride of the jungle , without chains , because that's how it should be, free..always free...
and your seductive steps , you walk among the wild forests , without fear ,
while others are in silent, observe you from afar, but with respect, and you always attentive to the predator and the prey .
Its elegant beauty wrapped in orange - black
Inside the fire escape to nature,your instinct of feline wild, will support what it is wrong , and you have to be guided by instinct of moonlight , and will get out of any maze.
My Tiger brave , take me with you the ways in which your spirit belongs .
But within that be wild , right there in his soul inhabits a kitten...
My Cat of eyes green ... have day that has an explosion of joy, and the other day falls into a deep sadness ... mi amor .. what's on your mind? open your heart to me!
He sleeps and wakes up early in the morning, with tousled hair.. :)))
To demand their rights , to him so worthy , you are admired by all , has been inspired by poets and writers , and I 'm your biggest fan ,
and must remain so until the end of his nine lives ... but always eternal Milord Tiger...
darlene lidi.
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