	My Little Mouse



From her beautiful little nose,

to her sparkling brown eyes,

and wherever else your gaze goes,

you have to be struck by her guise.



Her hair is darkly magnificent,

A baby has not softer skin than hers.

Her body seems to be heaven sent,

Any cat that can catch her, purrs.



She lacks nothing for what I desire;

Courage and softness encompass her traits.

Not loving her can be nothing but dire,

my resolve can but control our fates.



I cannot, must not let her go,

She is far too precious to set her free.

There is but one position that must be so,

Together our lives have to be, must be.

