Why is loving a puppy so easy?
And real love so damn hard?
Is it just a simple sad case
Of a heart that’s humanly scarred.
Its easy to hold a pup close
And let it sit on your knee
But when it comes to human contact
its doesn’t seem to be for me.
Is it because a puppy is submissive?
Or maybe its because it cant speak
Is it because I don’t have to do much
Besides give it a good walk once a weak
I know it makes me think about love
And why it makes me run a mile
The fact that I am aware of it
Has even caused me to smile.
I will not see it as a negative.
Just a reminder that I still know how to love
And for that opportunity.
I will thanks the Big Man above
I will take the love I feel for my puppy
And give some of it to me
Then once I have healed that scarred heart
I will go on a giving love spree
I will give it to those who deserve it
I wont throw it around Willy Nilly
I may have been love numb
But most certainly far from silly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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