My Love For You is a wonderous thing;
It follows a laser and chases a string!
It sits on my shoulder, and digs its claws in.
The look in those slits of eyes, always of sin,
Says "Play with me, fight with me: I'll only bite
At night if it's dark (or in day, if it's light)!"
My love for you is of small mind, it's true,
But it purely instinctively knows what to do.
It will sit on my chest, making air hard to breathe,
Or swipe at my ankles with zero reprieve.
It stalks you from one end of home to the other,
And nibbles and kneads you just like its own mother.
My love for you enjoys large paper sacs;
Gets lost and confused about which way is back;
Obsesses in public about shades and ghosts;
And once (just for science) was strapped to some toast.
It looks with disdain at the new toys you bought --
but then relishes trash perhaps more than it ought.
My love for you is quite grey in the dark,
And, frightened of fire, still wonders at spark.
It runs into toolboxes, slides across floors,
And leaves hairs entwined in my toothbrush by scores.
And though it ignores what i want, need, or wish
It is warm and contented and such fun to kiss!