"My Bear" ~ a Ghazal by Marilyn MonREOW
Love I could never forsake: warm, in the shape of my Bear.
A thirst which I could never slake: cool, in the shape of my Bear.
Romantic rhymes from our hearts close the long miles between us
Poesey bright as daybreak: formed in the shape of my Bear.
When I drift off to slumber, straight and true to him I go
Sweet dreams until I wake conform to the shape of my Bear.
In a shimmery world of our making, we journey paw-in-paw
Mancat rugged as moonscape: firestorm on heartscape, my Bear.
Whether from his home or mine, we reach, we strive and connect,
And purr as we come face to face, borne quick as the gait of my Bear.
Luscious whisker-kisses, snuggling Whitester-to-Whitester
I touch, with my paw, his nape to adorn him as mate and my Bear.
He's my star and I'm his; together, we eclipse space and time
This is my joy and my fate: to adore -- and elate -- my sweet Bear.
A thirst which I could never slake: cool, in the shape of my Bear.
Romantic rhymes from our hearts close the long miles between us
Poesey bright as daybreak: formed in the shape of my Bear.
When I drift off to slumber, straight and true to him I go
Sweet dreams until I wake conform to the shape of my Bear.
In a shimmery world of our making, we journey paw-in-paw
Mancat rugged as moonscape: firestorm on heartscape, my Bear.
Whether from his home or mine, we reach, we strive and connect,
And purr as we come face to face, borne quick as the gait of my Bear.
Luscious whisker-kisses, snuggling Whitester-to-Whitester
I touch, with my paw, his nape to adorn him as mate and my Bear.
He's my star and I'm his; together, we eclipse space and time
This is my joy and my fate: to adore -- and elate -- my sweet Bear.
