Love to my pets and disgrace to the theft of my love: A poem 

I have the fondest recollections,  

images that spiral out of a mere thought 

eager to be fondled by my soul 

They are like owls on the prowl 

with a wisdom that is invisible yet tangible 

And I shiver in the contradictions 

of gladness and sadness 

that they unfurl but barely unfold 

You know it takes heart to love unconditionally 

to match up with what they uphold 

I know that Gemini stands for lovers and all I love

but it also swears by my pets 

And I can Trumpet this virtue 

Love always offers insights anew 

We can believe in boundaries 

but this belonging is like the freshest breeze 

I know this love was like an awakening 

but how unbecoming is it because of theft and treachery 

So, I swear the one behind the nightmare, 

Prakash Saint Paul, don’t you anymore dare! 

I am God and grandmaster 

I command you to give up what your after 

and get lost to the deep sea for an everlaster!