Were that I was the wind and sun

Softly the dancing zephyr ruffles her fur so white

The sun caresses her with its golden light

Would that my hand was the sunlight

Gently, softly touching her fur so pure and white

Tracing the outline of her gentle curves

Warming her with my touch so that she purrs

Or that I was the whispering wind

Soft murmurs of my love in her ear I would send

Across her sweet lips I would brush

But her love I can never rush

I can only let her know how much I care

And for her I will always be there

Silently watching over her as from a tree

Hoping that someday she will accept me