Enraptured,
I sit
At the
windowsill of my
fears,
And behold the sight of you,
An overflow
of stardust,
From sparkly,
clever ears.
Either
close, or from afar,
It is you I hold most dear.
And when
behind a cloudy sky
You so
delightfully hide,
Even more it makes me love you -
And wish to call you mine.
