Finding love at twilight

So many essences roll into one

When I am engulfed by purr delight

She rubs her face against mine

Caresses my wrinkled contour

Sets in echoes of precious memories

 She is the only one I can claim to be mine 

My forlorn soul exults in her company 

We sit together, eat together S

he has been godsend I believe

 For sure... she is the solace of my twilight years

Panacea for my drooping vision, stooping gestures

I pinch myself often to believe

She is the lone spectator to each of my act and theatrics

Strange it feels at times, but true it is

She means a world to me

Has been lingering aroma of life.