My Little Love Bug

His obsidian ear lights up his frosted face.
His topaz eyes
Illuminate the bewitching hour of the night.
The softness of his fur is like a velvet carpet.
The sounds of his snores are unique,
The one and only.
He doesn’t move from his beanbag.
Day by day,
He shelters his warmth in the comfort of me.
He lives for love.
My little love bug.