It is love

Jetster a male cat
Sufficiently mentioning
His needs apparently
Life kind of censoring
Close to his lady
A meeting of minds
No truer perspective
A glance at the signs

His pattern of living
Habitually
Getting up hunting
Sleeping a free
Spirit for certain
And his love and care
For a feline his thoughts
Seemingly he did share

She was warm she was tender
His needs she met
She was herself cat like
He felt in her debt
For finding him years before
In Berkhamsted where he
Came to the centre ‘‘twas there that he be

His owner then just didn’t care
He always left early
To walk over there
Sit outside waitrose their car park
Their door
Walk along by the river
And sit knowingly
That perhaps the wee dragon
Would come

That morning they met
She drove close to where
I sat I was watching
I wanted to share
Her spirit her loveliness
She had it all
i jumped into the car
just to wait in the mall

She greeted me sweetly
I loved her for that
I was tested and lonely
I loved where she was at
She smelled really sweetly
Her clothes vibrant too
She appeared undemanding
A factor so true

I went home with her
My heartbeat did share
She brought me to purr
Oh yes I did care
She mean’t everything to me
That I could say
I had fallen in love
With that dragon today

A story of laughter
A voice of a bird
She clearly was happy wrapped up in the word
I followed her down
Her garden green
And sat with her softly
Within her soft scene

Cushions festooned
A sweet smell of food
I cuddled close to her
Her scent did exude
This day the first day of
Paradise found
And since then her poetry
Was always around

Loving her moods
Being close to her heart
Smooching and nestling
Right from the start
How I loved her embrace
Her sweet soul was pure
I so felt her love

It’s been a long time
I have settled and I
Love her warmth and her care honestly
Truthfully now being there
My heart skips a beat
With her really I dream
Once lonely and blue
But now one of her team

Her son her being
Her eyes always seeing
She feeds me cares for me
She’s loving beyond
Anything I Ve ever known
My soul urge was wanting
Never not ever to be alone
Yes to go hunting
Like cats always do
But come back to her bed
Through the cat flap ‘‘twas true
Scratch on the window
Not be alone

Past the time mean’t for breakfast
Which just raised my tone
Ecstatic am I in her sweet company
Coming back to her scent
I crave and I be
Wanting and loving her feelings for me
She’s my treasure the measure
Of loveliness she.