The Word Cloud

You purr, you sing, you bare your soul

Of need, hunger and sorrow

You arch your back and let us know

You need some loving, Paro

Your ears and feet are trained to see

For eyes you cannot borrow

One wonders how you gambol so

With blinding frolic, Paro!

You govern, eyeless in the dark

A princess till the morrow

At dawn, you’re queen of every heart

That wakes up to you, Paro

You and I are hesitant friends

The lane we share is narrow

We touch each other gingerly

But we care, don’t we, Paro?

Your blind and Gothic black-cat-ness

Once chilled me to the marrow

But love begins in the strangest ways

Let’s just accept it, Paro