The kitten’s purr-
I hear,
When she smiles.
Michelangelo’s eyes,
I see through.
Caressing Venus.
The Sun’s warmth,
is her touch.
A mind,
of the deepest depths.
Her soul,
ah
well,
from where I stand,
is a soul with Gaea’s eyes.
A presence
of serenity.
An angel’s choir
in her voice.
Ever in my mind’s eye.
Not far away,
as far,
and near,
as the splendorous Moon
she is.
I find
as I move with life,
She is ever present,
as the stars above.
And all of this,
is the sweetest nectar,
the rainbow’s end.
And with her kiss,
I have seen-
Creation.
