In the still of the night with the absence of light
as I lie awake in my bed,
I studied a trance where images danced
of dreams of her in my head.
Though miles away like a cat and her prey
she stole my heart from within,
And filled it with love as sweet as the dove
that floats on a springtime wind.
Never before in legends or lore
has anyone been so smitten,
As I was from the start, that night in the dark
when robbed by my heart-stealing kitten.
While lying in wait and trusting in fate
I remembered the look in her eyes,
She’ll return my heart that she stole from the start
for this kitten is clever and wise.
© 2009 John David Bowen.
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Picture provided by Leonardo Pereznieto pursuant to Creative Commons
‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson