Poems by Rose

Mr. P.

A poem about my dog that personifies him:

Winter time you came to my door
And left gifts all over the floor
Never expected much from you
Guess I just have to make do

That night you showed vulnerability
With brown eyes that screamed compatibility
Hair so soft I can't resist it
Gotta touch bit by bit

Birthdays passed we're still together
It had to be you and none other
Compassion and happiness you brought out of me
Love me still is the plea

Early mornings you come to my bed
Checks from feet to my head
Wet kisses and soft nudges you give
I need you always to live

Physical pain when we argue
When you try for another venue
Sometimes I find it hard to bear
When you try to be everywhere

Two weeks left I'll be going
I don't expect you to be moping
But when I return you better be
By the door still waiting for me

Oh Mr. P.
How I love thee!

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