Black Cats and White

Black cats screech and walk unseen in the night. My heart is a black cat in the cold dark, I travel unseen by others and mark The world spin by and make prosperous might. You are a cat of silvered fur pure white. You travel the night, shine in the dusk, hark Black cats follow you through street and then park And yearn for you, to them, to turn your sight. Can love be found or must one use a lure? Can love fall from the sky or be slow grown? My heart does not wish to be reborn sure, The black cat wants not light dye overblown. All the heart wants is a white cat snow pure To love and be loved and for comfort shown.