Born to be Loved

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Your soulless, suicidal eyes still haunts me.

Deliberate and abusive famines struck,

Left you skin and bones—

None but the sins of greed and envy to blame.

You see, your ever-beautiful eyes,

Longed for love amidst tire and deathly hunger,

Will never be a news to them.

Only if Hound of Hades descends—

I doubt he would.

As an outcast, fed their ego taking your paws,

Regretting only that it wasn’t sooner.

As I’ve loathed Cinderellas,

Being punished by their stepmothers,

For being too much of a wonder to bear.

Yet over time, your soul healed—

Tended with love, time, and solace.

Still, I stood a suspect in your new chapter

For at least two whole seasons.
That’s how deep your scars ran,
Even in love, you flinched.

It sickens me—
That a forgiving soul
Took five ticking years of earthly time

To trust again.

Now, your tail wags for just having a name.

I have you for life.

And yes, it was all worth it.

You are our lifetime special.

So loved, had to become an aurora of wonders.

The natives see you every day,
With absolute love.

The tourists? Maybe, maybe not.
Chivalry was a native trait;

The pernicious deserved nothing but wrath.

Gentle paws wake me—

The truest, unconditional love.
It surprises me still,

No matter how many dawns pass.

To feel special

By the fairy herself.

You—light of our lives

Will never grow old to us.

Dear God,

Make him complimentary in every birth.

Never in hell. Only in heaven.