That is totally yours,
With a love and fidelity
Beyond our understanding,
Is your Dog,
I Miss You So Much!
Sandy……
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It seems that only,Poets and Fools,Are still able to feelAnd behave that way.Pity!How painfulAnd sad,This is to say!
Almost all Poets are blessed,
For I think what they love best,Maybe is to Love each other?
Poets share
Like busy beesThey make honeyOut of words,SometimesBut never money.Just as well!A poet’s thoughts,Cannot be boughtNor would theyEver have a productThat even,Shopping foolsWould buy for money.
So much was said,
His Soul,No other Love,Was sweeter thanThis all embracing,Call.
It was true then,
Without friend,Without affection,From dear life we run and hide,Even tears become less stressful,If there’s someone there, when cried.
Poets are a strange ol’ bunch,
Words and feelings, intertwine,Making Some of them, divine.