My Precious Panther
I was alone,
Not many friends to boast,
I felt unsewn,
I was simply a ghost.
Yet I was stitched together,
For I found the answer,
For no matter the gloomiest weather,
I had my panther.
Amadeus was the name,
The name of my new life,
A name that came from fame,
Loneliness was no longer running rife.
Darker than a moonless night,
With fur softer than a summer breeze,
My time with him is pure delight,
My loneliness has been appeased.
All Amadeus knows is love,
And that he shows greatly,
I swear he comes from above,
His love has come innately.
No longer alone,
With my friend by my side,
Loneliness overthrown,
From the love my panther has supplied.
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