Lisa
You move, you're looking for me to look up. My love - your every move charmed.
And now
As you sit - so beautiful, so dignified. A work of art, a piece of perfection, I think, but what a hackneyed adjective.
Regardless, you heard me not to me - you never hear. Why can not you be angry? Since you are sitting
, wrapped in fur, in your own rods. Listening - but still. Do you then do it all so different - is not so arrogant. Since you
gaze at me - and I can not move my eyes. You think you something your Eyes say something - but I do not understand. Next to you I'm feeling of insight, even dumber, I read think normally is.
I see you - so beautiful, so delicate - I could love you no less than love. But I can not - i have to think the other two, to ell the other: Because you're a street cat. As they go
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