Love, love, love
My senses are fragile, I rip out a whisker
Aglow is the firefly in my heart
3rd time lucky --- refuse to restart
On my foot, rejoicing the blister
That stops me from running free.
My skin is thick, though I bleed a bit
Something I've treasured from the start
Is trying to leave, unwilling to part
I share the blisters beneath my feet,
For he shall never run free.
And when the heavens open up to take him in, I'll beg to tag along
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