Shapechanger

I've often wondered what I'd be if I were something else. Would you fascinate me so if I were not myself? If I could somehow magically, change my shape and size, could I find a way to win your heart and make you realize, love freely given grows and grows and returns, a thousand fold, but whatever shape I choose to take would be yours to have and hold. Should I become a creature small, perhaps a tiny mouse, I'd sneak in through your garden gate and creep into your house. All day I'd follow you about as quiet as could be and stay within the shadows and watch you lovingly. Or, perhaps I'd jump upon your shoe to make you start and shout so you could grab the kitchen broom and chase me all about. Or, maybe I'd be a kitten all filled with joy and light and rub against your ankles and purr with all my might. Perhaps you'd hug me to yourself and pat me on the head and take me home to live with you and sleep upon your bed. Or, would you like a puppy, with eyes so big and bright to fetch your paper everyday and guard you every night? I'd scare off all the burglars, chase the cats and mice away and keep my love for you alone until my dying day. I don't suppose I'd want to be a big old rhinoceros. No one snuggles with a rhino and I've heard they gather dust. Zebras are cute on a grassy plain, but they're not domestic types. Actually, all a zebra is, is a burro dressed in stripes. Perhaps you'd like a bunny with floppy ears and velvet nose. Then you could feed me carrots or whatever your garden grows. I'd let you hug and pet me, I'd sleep on a bed of rags, and every Easter morning, I'd bring you colored eggs. Or, maybe I'd be a canary and chirp and sing for you, to brighten up those dreary times that make you sad and blue. I've pondered several options now and i see they just won't do, so I'll just go on being me and hopelessly loving you.