White Tiger

The warmth, the strength,
I cannot gain,
I want to touch,
I shall refrain.

As she passes,
In my dreams,
Gentle, majestic,
Or so it seems.

Angry she could,
Never be,
She sidles up,
And comforts me.

I look into her,
Calming stare,
I know that she,
Is always there.

The armour of my feelings,
The master of my emotion,
She will always be my hero,
My unseen protecting totem.

I see her when I close my eyes,
She sits and waits it seems,
White Tiger always there for me,
I see you in my dreams.

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