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Love Is Simple

Love is a warm soup In repeated loop A hot tea left for you at the table  When you are rushing Through the morning fable Love is when you are  So eager to meet That you don't mind Getting all wet in the rain Or a splash of mud That stays on your dress like an annoying stain Love is when even Though you cannot see You just can feel What's happening Love is a drop of sweat A lengthy duet A nice outfit that Was sewed to fit in  No matter the shape or size  Love is a song  That takes you back To where it all began Or where the massacre ended Love is a touch That says so much Love is a fetch That runs alongside Love is a nest Of nurture and share The constant urge for you to prepare Love is a silent long walk With your grandfather While he keeps doing things at a pace And somehow passes you their trace With his silent gaze  Love is a conversation With your father Who narrates you a story From their closet filled with memories Love is a kiss on your forehead While you sleep Love is t


Dogs greet,
they meet,
they meet,
like the first time,

pushing their,
wet nose against you,
to play,
everytime an urge to,
rush and stay..

while sleeping,
when aproached,
their tail,
would still keep dancing,
while digging their,
sniffs onto their toys,
they come to you,
all jumpy and pouncing,
with eyes seeking,

They keep you protected,
in a manner like,
no one else,
they check if you are okay,
and follow you,
to a cave or,
a shabby mess..

They make requests,
which even though,
hit rejects,
doesn't end up,
reflecting stature,
rubbing themselves,
all over you,
they sit alongside,
as if they are,
always ready for the ride,

If it's late,
They wait,
If it's hate,
They relate,
If it's tears,
They seek to distract..
Trust me,
At some point they do,
Have the power to read your mind..

They come to check,
On you at night,
They always acknowledge,
That you are right,
Your daughter just adores it's presence,
Even though more often they fight..
And while you walk ahead,
You will always find them behind..

I can go on and on..
But his toy is squeaking on my lap,
While his tail is wagging like a windy snap,
So while I storm out,
With 4 feet's running right after,
Share your abode with an animal and thank me later...

*Dedicated to our furry friend Brownie, who came and became a part of our world on 8/28/2022.


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