pat's furry roommates

For Everyone

[Bella],
  I stole your pencil
  because it had your name on it,
  and because I love you.

Hearts flutter and come to an end,
  like bookends,
  like butterflies

Hearts are decorated felines,
  they pounce, they play,
  they sniff for curiousity,
  they glow in their beautiful eyes, like gemstones, when illuminated,
  they tumble and fall and roll,
  their paws are soft and
  their whole bodies long to be touched,
  to utter a purr when gripped and danced upon.

They dance, oh darling, O love! they
  float like petals and strings
     in warm summer breeze.
Warm, like a blanket,
like sleeping quarters laid with concern,
  with history and with empathy.

Hearts stare with interest
gaze thoughtfully like dreamers,
  studying,
  listening with concern, with history, with
  sweet empathy for dreamers.

Don't fear why they glisten
 sing and tenderly lay to rest

(sweetly, singing into the night that is soft)