My Love

Her tail swishes, her body follows.

Joy rings out, clear as day.

Not a mouse is stirring, not another soul dares to wander.

She searches for her lost heart among the treacherous maze.

Something so precious should never be lost, thought she.

Something so precious should never have to know sorrow, thought she.

Something so precious, and dear that she felt as if she would fall without.

Someone too precious and dear, she would die without.