The unbridled joy of companionship,
they nestle into each other as one,
their oath, written on ancient manuscript,
their bond is stronger when they run.
Their sense of belonging is beyond our knowing,
when parted, no human can taste their grief.
Only a few of us have this harrowing,
If we find that call, will our love be that brief?
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