Sipping on my scorching hot coffee at 7 am, opening to curtains to unveil the sun's gentle light that fills the house, sitting on the comfortable couch.
He comes and sits beside me, he hops on to the couch and gives me the most sincerely loving look ever, his eyes, a warm tone of honey, he has sunflowers for eyes, he stares at me as he blinks slowly, telling me he loves me, he puts his little paw on my hand and meows an adorable meow, I brush my hands aganist his white gray fur, he purrs loudly as he curls up into a little fluff ball and rests beside me, the sun's light shines on his furr, illuminating it, the sun's light falls upon his eyes,
transforming them into a lighter shade of honey.
The way he looks at me, he can't speak, but it's as if he knows he's the dearest thing in the world to me, when I'm with him I feel safe, when I cry he jumps onto me and licks away the tears, he gives me all the support I need.
He's everything to me.
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
