The Perfect GirlA Poem by Whiskurz
I love the way she looks at me
When we go out for a walk I love how she just listens And always lets me talk I love the way she lets me choose What we're watching on TV And when I leave to go to work I know she's missing me I never see her mother The way it's supposed to be She never wants my credit cards I love her fervently She never tells me what to do Like taking out the trash Or if she see a sale somewhere She never asks for cash We never watch a chick flick She lets me be a man So I run my fingers through her hair Just as often as I can I know we'll be together Until the very end I know that she'll be faithful And always be my friend A love like this is very rare And often hard to find Can you tell I love my dog She's really one of a kind © 2013 WhiskurzReviews
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Added on April 19, 2013Last Updated on April 19, 2013 |