by Lynne Marie
My Friend
He grew up to be my friend,
and loves me with no end.
He has a cold nose,
that makes me jump from my hose.
When he kisses he is not picky,
but leaves me all sticky.
He has a hard head,
and for companionship I share my bed.
The trouble he tends to stir,
can leave me with a burr.
I lose control and scream,
and yet he always come back to lean.
A smile from ear to ear,
is of happiness and nothing to fear.
The love that we share,
there's nothing to compare.
Through my tears and many times I dread,
he is by my side turning his head.
In the darkness he is there,
to protect me from all that is to scare.
He is always bye my side,
and I look at him with pride.
For it was I who raised him from a little guy.
When I gaze into those big brown eyes,
I see nothing to dispise,
and everyday I thank the Lord for my precious prize!
July 19, 1998
Lynne Marie
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