Wet Look

I could write a book
About her wet look,
Trusting eyes that look at me,
Asking simply: You love me? 

Saying: I am a dog, not man,
I am no fickle fan,
Who will leave you when you're old… 

Rich or poor, fat or bald
Short or tall, you can be slob,
All I need is belly rub,

That will get me through the day,
Licking your face is my pay

Dinah is what you named me,
We dogs cannot disagree,
We just wag our happy tail,
Our love will never fail

I will beg you as you eat,
I love napping at your feet,
Even if it's minute long...

It's with you that I belong

         Thursday, 7/27/00 1:26 pm

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