In the quiet glow of evening’s light,
A gentle purr that feels just right,
A cat’s soft gaze, a tender touch,
In their eyes, love means so much.

Upon the windowsill they lay,
Dreams afloat as night turns day,
With every paw and gentle leap,
A promise of love they silently keep.

Their whiskers dance in moonlit beams,
In fields of dreams and gentle streams,
A love so pure, without disguise,
Reflected in their knowing eyes.

In furry grace, they softly tread,
Upon the heart where love is fed,
With every nuzzle, every purr,
A bond of love that will endure.