You know the wolf, and his savage nature,
the wild eyes that perceive the hunter’s approach,
the sharp ears that detect the slightest sound.
His wariness makes him untouchable.

You ask me then, “How hath he been tamed so,
by this mere girl, this sylphlike child?”
Well, allow me a month, and perhaps then,
I may explain to satisfaction.

With a simple look this girl has slain him.
A particular gleam in her eyes,
a spark of intelligence and mischief,
shining out through a melancholy cast.

With a smile so sweet and disarming,
that it lights her face, her features
seeming to emanate a light of their own.
Such an angelic face, hers.

With these things, and not only these alone
she has softened the suspicion in his heart.
He has begun to trust, to feel secure.
What has he to fear?

But, lo, my friend, this is but a start,
the wolf is not in haste to drop his guard.
Slowly, she must close the ground between them,
until face to face they stand in silence.

And now he comes, curious with her scent.
But then, when he is within reach, she acts
with a fierce tenacity which is much like his own.
He sees in her, himself. A wolf, hidden.

They run and howl together, play and rest
trying only to keep pace with each others whim.
The wolf no longer needs to run alone,
for he has found her.

And so, you see, how this beast
now lies curled at her feet,
awaiting a kind word or tender stroke.
Enough to keep him sated.

No weapons needed, no snares employed.
The beast is undone, his ferocity dispelled
by the simple charms of this beautiful girl.
By this girl, and by his love.