Her four paws

could conquer Everest.

Yet your two legs 

continue to stagger, 

tripping over our love,

As if peppered with stumbling blocks.

 

Her brown eyes

Emote a tender love.

Yet your shiny blues,

reflect less than nothing,

gazing critically at others

As if weakness demeans them

 

Her demeanour

Conveys contentment.

Yet your stolidity.

Viewed negatively by most

Considered positive by Stoics,

As if indifference strengthens you

 

Her tenderness

Offers warmth of heart

Yet your young suppleness

Has hardened and turned cold

Brittle, and broken by the fall

As if your intention was always to destroy our love