A shepherd to my heart and a lighthouse for my soul
loyal in her nature as the years take their stroll
the smile of her snout never leaves a doubt
that she is my best friend, true and quite devout
With a coat fire scarlet, that glows beneath the sun
Her furs a golden fleece that natures hand has spun
She runs for adventures and all the little treasures
Branches and sticks she chases for pure pleasure
Friendly and serene she has no mean bone to pick
Happy for your love, children take to her like ticks
though i am her master, I will always be her servant
my dearest and sweet Bella joy ferments and is fervent
You are truly one of my best friends
long and long until the end...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem