He loves me, he loves me not
I believe he loves me, what else have I got?
When I come home his greeting is warm
A big smile for me being quite the norm
In the evening I sometimes cook dinner
While I watch him eat, I feel like a winner
His appreciation he makes so clear
Ahh, to me he is so very, very dear
In bed at night, his warm body I feel
And every day on the carpet I kneel
To thank whoever’s up there above
For sending me such a perfect love
Forever he will not be with me
But while he is my heart is free
He gazes at me with big brown eyes
And I know to love him is so very wise
I’m feeling a little emotional now
Oh how I love him, how
My eyes are misty, I’m looking thru fog
Of course he loves me, he’s my DOG.
lol... yip you got me there. This is truly a brilliant piece. Had me laughing at the end. Good one! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Modi, great poem and clever ending.10/10 Ian