You:
with every movement
the world you're mending;
as confident as a fairytale
with a happy ending.

It's always in focus,
everything you do.
And,
when lids drop
there's thankful clapping for the highs,
and for the sunshine
from your eyes.

I've been to lots of fun places on the train,
to great holidays
without any rain,
to joyous weddings where the skies were clear,
to Superbowl nights with plenty of beer;
spending yesterday round yours I can now put on that list,
as we chatted
and laughed
and drank
and kissed.

Things that were incompatible
suddenly seem like balance;
the fog now in time
with the sunshine.

You've got softer these days.
When we met you were fiercer,
propensity to vicious in all your paws
and claws,
but,
now,
you relax in moments
and stretch out full, unafraid and happy in the sun;
love makes me feel secure too,
strong and lit,
ahh my less ferocious domesticated Poppet.

I think,
at the moment
you could make up a song and i'd know it
inside out
immediately,
you wouldn't have to spend time
teaching me the chorus
i'd know what to say
and more
with aplomb, it sings:
let's discuss how our impromtu is ace
and how we
may have found
a tad of place.
Yeah.

I’ll miss your lovely singing voice
bristling with charm;
opposite of clarion call,
antithesis of alarm.