Things happen about me I don't participate,
but think of you near me and know I cant wait
to look in your eyes and see history there,
A lifetime of love.....
A lovetime of care......
To just close my eyes and I smell your damp skin,
and stroke your wet head and start to begin
to remember the walks on the moors that we'd take,
to run in the sun, and to splash in the lake.
To wildly abandon all sense of good taste
and run through the grass.. and in all of our haste
I'd fall, and I'd cry, and then rest on a log,
My faithful companion, my soulmate, my dog..
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I would like to translate this poem
is your dog bringing you flowers or vice versa? ! :) bri
Hector SHOULD have bought the flowers as he had been a very naughty fellow and managed to jump in a muddy ditch and ended up needing to be hosed down - hence looking a bit like Mother Theresa! But I’m a sucker for big brown eyes!