Eliza Stone

Lady Lovely Locks

I miss that face. I miss that taste; when you would lick me on the face.
I miss those eyes and I miss that hair.
Sleeping next to you; I felt, as if, I was laying with a cuddly bear.
Such a pity; we cannot role around in play.
Such a pity it is, not to see you.

I miss that face.
I miss that smell. I miss that taste.
You are my friend and I miss those days.
I remember when you used to chase
Cars and rabbits; you had good taste

I miss my dog.
I miss those days.
You will never again lick my face
No more cars for you to chase
You are a friend I can't replace

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 3, 2008

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