Should the world implode, I will have known love...
from steeped leafs at Starbucks and chocolate,
to *** delivered in an alley,
a seductive dance of connectivity...
all unlikely.

Should the world explode, my love will cover the one I love.
Had I heard the beckoning call of wild,
I surely would not have followed;
my claws extract in special circumstances,
a probability.

Had paths not crossed,
had hell not transpired...
had the earth itself not balanced
on the head of a tack,
I may have missed the best
that life could offer...

so why don't we?
In honour of love...
give in to captivation,
our artistic inclination,
our fascination...

It is the point
you have sharpened...
we stand on precision....
and I can't stop smiling about it...
when whiskers scratch
your beautiful surface.

In honour of you, I bow...
my one, my sheer exceptional.