As
you lie by my side gently breathing,
I gaze down at your alabaster skin
your pulse gently throbs at your neckline and your face is a picture
therein
framed by the silkiest blonde tasseled hair I wonder how your heart I did
win?
Was it the way that I sang of your virtue, the way I defended your
right?
To be free from those misguided morons who enslaved you before you took
flight,
framed by those demons and harlots who like bullyboys couldn’t stand a fight?
How often I’d looked from a distance, in my heart then I knew it was
wrong
as I sat all alone I heard nothing but your crying for a chance to
belong,
tormented by devils inside me each time I remembered your song.
It took many weeks for you to trust me but with each visit your eyes seemed
to change,
smiling at last when you saw me as the details we finally could
arrange.
The paperwork wasn’t all bad, though the government questions were
tough,
"have you ever been convicted of criminal acts" "have you ever
been caught sleeping rough"
"when she cries in the night will you scolded her?"
I was glad to get out of there believe me when I say enough is enough.
Still that was three long years ago,
since then we have never parted,
and if you were ever to leave me now
I'm sure I would die broken hearted.
I
am writing this so I can remember our very first day in the fog,
but I doubt if you'll get the chance to read it, after all........
You’re only a dog.
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