A thing I call mine

As still as a statue,
As small as a mouse,
You always slip between the inky black shadows,
As clear as a cube of solid sunshine,
You always found a place in my heart,

Miles away you were forever watching,
Waiting,
Looking for an owner to take care of you,

And then I came,
To protect, and not neglect,
I came for you,
As talismanic as diamond,
As cold as ice,
Your heart was as pure as gold,

But one day I'll be leaving and you will have to be sold.
As rich as the sun,
But still looking so cold,
You will forever be bold.