Loveamorphisis

Good morning my love,
oh I hope you slept well!
I confess I did not sleep at all.
I have been musing not snoozing you see,
and driving myself up the wall.

I am addicted, sublimely afflicted,
to you more than anything else.
I try not to think about you all the time,
but I just can not help myself.

This beautiful pain that I feel is so real
and it cuts to my core like a blade.
Sometimes it might take incisions to heal,
but this flame inside me never fades.

I've never felt exactly like this,
it defies all attempts to define.
But I admit, above all it is bliss,
and within me it's tightly entwined.

Please have a great day, and I will as well,
the sun will soon shine warm above.
Something so sweet deep inside of me swells,
metamorphosed by this love.

Death of the Lion

Normally, he would be here.

Supping with the rest of the pride.

Joyously filling his belly.

Now my eyes are full of tears,

For in the cold earth, lies his hide.

oh my poor beautiful baby.

This is the first night, in so many years.

The sorrow washes like a tide.

And I just try to hold steady.

His roar was a mewl of the sweetest affection.

Noble, pure, and innocent.

And with never a hint of any indignation.

He was the happiest when he could sit in my lap.

Purring so contentedly.

He would arch his back and mew in his own special way.

His name was Leon. But I called him Leo, Lion.

Another King among cats.

I love him so very much, oh how I will miss him.