Love is like a large white
cat
Sitting on its paws.
You may pet it all you like;
It lives by its own laws. It comes and goes as it decides
No matter what you say.
It seems the more you want it near,
The more it goes away. And then when you are quite content
To sit out in the sun
Alone with just your thoughts and dreams,
Not needing anyone, Out it comes, as if in fear
That somehow you'll forget,
And jumps up purring in your lap,
Demanding to be pet. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Video and Audio Music: Parzival.
By William Rosati. Music free to use at YouTube.
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