Wee lion
Would you Were
always at my side
small White mop
that Waits
tail Wagging
by the door
When I Wake
you Want
to Walk
in Wild Wide meadows
Wholeheartedly
you Waive
all Willfulness
Wash away Wrath
and Weave Wishes
into my Wavering
Wanderlust

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Wander through the entries in Frizztext’s A-Z Challenge: tagged “W”.