Golden Light - baked - Air-Borne, flambéed, haloed;
Like tiny mice, you squeak: fresh Gift, new Life;
Once more, yours: stormy torment - tumbled globe;
My noble Feline Prince, to you, I am sworn
My mate 'cross Time's galaxial spiraling spheres,
Your jeweled eyes warm mine, know yours, gentle Heart;
I nuzzle tangerine fur; I promise you;
This Mystery sweet illuminates our Souls...
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