In love

As I enter through the door

I see you sitting and waiting for me

that look in your eyes, that of proclivity

As I take a step closer you pound on me,

I run around the chair, the table and also the gallery.

Finally I am tired and lay down on the bed

you come to my side and align yourself with my head

I brush my fingers through your silky black hair

and all the worldly miseries just seem to disappear

I wonder where it all began

and 'woof' we are in love again.