Any contact, even a brush of our hands,

Has my knees weak. My

Legs tremble, my heart flutters, and

My stomach becomes a valley full of butterflies.

Small motions I find myself adoring,

The repeated movements of adjusting their hair,

Cracking the knuckles when nervous,

Awkwardly smiling up at me, crooked and mischievous.

When they ask for help on a question,

I am always the first to answer.

A golden cat and a black retriever,

What a contrast, they ask. But to us,

It is normal. I do not know,

If they like me, I do not know, if they care the

Way I do, but I want them to know that the

I love you, means more.

When we first met,

It was a zing, the world was spinning.

Never, I thought once about loving them.

But with their diamond eyes and bright personality,

It was love at first sight.