Best Friends Poem by tom allan

As I lay here begging for your attention
There are certain things, I wish That i could mention.
As my lips are sealed I must tell you through my eyes
As I gaze into your sight
When I rest my head lazily on your thighs.
I could lay here for days wanting to tell you how I feel
But you'll have to see through my eyes
As my lips, they are sealed.

I lay belly up, resting in the sun
I couldn't be happier knowing you, you are here
you are my one

you are, who you are
And I am who I be
And You treat me as if we were always meant to be.

You never cloud my judgment through all the hard times, the fears and the smog.
As You, are my master
And I... am your dog.