A soft-pawed rhythm in my chest,
A secret kept, a quiet guest.
Like kittens tangled in a heap,
Into my thoughts, you slowly creep.
A secret kept, a quiet guest.
Like kittens tangled in a heap,
Into my thoughts, you slowly creep.
A glance from you, a sudden purr,
A world of soft and silver fur.
You’re sunlight on a kitchen floor,
The thing I’m always waiting for.
A world of soft and silver fur.
You’re sunlight on a kitchen floor,
The thing I’m always waiting for.
I watch you from a careful space,
With whiskers light and feline grace.
My heart is just a ball of string,
Tied to every word you bring.
With whiskers light and feline grace.
My heart is just a ball of string,
Tied to every word you bring.
It’s clumsy pounces, wide-eyed stares,
A sudden breath of playful airs.
Uncertain, sweet, and feather-light,
Like kittens dreaming through the night.
A sudden breath of playful airs.
Uncertain, sweet, and feather-light,
Like kittens dreaming through the night.
I hide the blush, I hide the thrill,
But like a kitten on a sill,
I’m leaning toward your golden glow,
With more love than you’ll ever know.
But like a kitten on a sill,
I’m leaning toward your golden glow,
With more love than you’ll ever know.
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Author:
Autumn Gilton (
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