She lies on my chest (by oswald)

I am weak and tired,
I lie on the sofa,
She jumps on me and rests on my chest,
She pushes her nose to my cheek, and checks,
She crosses her hands on her chest,
And lay her head near my heart,
My heart is beating hard,
Her weight is a bit stress.
I fed her with smiles and she returns me with purrs
And falls asleep
on my chest.