Siemper Fidolis
Date: Saturday, 11th October 2014 @ 02:17:24 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: softerware
I still melt when he looks at me;
with sleepy longing eyes;
His chin and brows are getting grey;
He’s slower now to rise.
He sees through gauzy curtains;
His hair’s in tangly knots;
His stride is not as certain;
His belly not as taut.
I feel him twitch when deep in sleep;
And more and more, he snores!
I wake beside him glad to keep;
His company once more.
We’ve been each others 13 years;
Of fun and fights and cuddles
We’ve known our share of love and tears
And troubles we’ve unmuddled.
We built our casa bella;
On trust, respect, and kisses;
He’s still my steady fella;
And I’m his favorite Mrs.
We’ve vowed until our dying days
That we will not be parted;
I, the lady fair will play;
To this lion-hearted!
Each day he will defend me;
And I shall swoon and praise.
Fiercely we’ll pretend that he;
Owns all that he surveys!
His secret’s safe; we’ll play our parts;
To love this rabble rouser!
For who could find it their heart;
To tell him he's a Schnauzer?
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