Stone Circle Lover Of My Lover

Engel looked away for a moment, recalling those times that he had back then. "It's in the past...." Howl accepted the offer to hear a song, and Engel smiled to himself, turning back to Howl. With the subject on the past, he knew what to sing of. 

"I knew of a girl, back in old country. We met we talked, and soon she became my honey. With eyes of a golden sun, and fur the color of storm clouds. However, her temper was as soft as a bed of flowers, and her personality caring. She was my dear, she was my honey...my own delicate flower." It perhaps was not a song in the eyes of some, but to him, it was. And this time, he did not feel upset to sing it.

"Did you ever have your own flower?" he asked after a very, very long pause. "I mean mate, by the way. If not, I recomend it. It's a nice experience."