With a kiss to her cheek, love professed
in love, he'd always be
largely because of all of these years,
loving and coming to know Rose
Yet he didn't know what she'd say
or how she'd feel
until he left the poem by her bed, on her pillow,
Marionette is what he's become, pulled on by her strings, every whim in love
an ant compared to their future
rash, he won't be
radically changed, she's made him
yodeling cat he is not, just a cat in love
Made to always be there for her
eternally he is bound, Cat Noir to a civilian in love.