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I gaze upon them, so peaceful,

The life they lead, so blissful.

Their whiskers bend on the carpet,

Grouped in pairs, like a bartlett.

The songs they sing, ever loving,

Grazing my heart, so touching.

Patters of their feet instill amusement,

As they run to me in contentment.

The fur that drapes them, the softest,

Brushing my skin, I almost lost it.

The moments we share, always profound,

The love we exchange, safe and sound.

Within these arms they know,

That their soul I take with me in tow.

If ever we find ourselves apart,

One thing always remains: our heart.

Dark, moonless, still, lonesome night,

The breeze makes stars dance,

Ah, that you were with me!

So pass several nights of mine,

As I long for love,

O my God, bless me!

The symphony of silence,

A medley of thoughts,

How I would love this:

If you had been seated with me,

And felt the hours fly,

With love adding much more.

My beloved, you come in dreams,

And give life meaning,

Become real for me.

I have lost my zest in life,

Loneliness is pain,

Come and be mine.

Perhaps The God Almighty,

Wants these nights to end,

Wny so far from me?

True love is rare yet I seek,

With full hope in God,

Perhaps dreams come true.

All I want is a caring soul,

Who doubts not my love,

Nor wants none but me.

he's so spoiled,

and there's nothing 

i can do about it.

i am the one,

i am the one,

i did it 

it's because of me,

i tried to make you see.

I never made a fool of you,

you have your special way,

it comes to you so naturally,

you're ego's easy prey.

i made you spoiled,

that's how i am,

i do things from the heart.

you're just not used to 

gals like me,

we're finished before we start.

I never made a fool of you,

you have your special way,

it comes to you so naturally,

you're ego's easy prey.

he's so spoiled,

and there's nothing 

i can do about it.

i am the one,

i am the one,

i did it 

it's because of me,

i tried to make you see.

10:17 AM 7/1/2013

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And so the dog,
Who loves his master,
So...

Unconditionally,

And even waits,
With great anticipation,
And
Love,

Unconditional,

And so the dog,
Who forgives,
And thinks only of
His master,

Even as he
Is cast
Away,
Back into
The wooded areas,
The praries,
And the feilds,

Even the dog,
Who loves,
So selfless,
So unconditional,

When cast back,
Away...
Thrown away,

Becomes
Wild.

Why, even the dog.

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