Lion
My cat looks up at me as if I am beautiful. Follows me around as if she thinks I am the sun. I feel warm these days but am careful to remind her that I am no sun, I am not beautiful. But she does not care And she never knows what I am saying Yet when i get home, she greets me with a warm smile And that is beautiful.
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