I couldn’t even imagine the first moment
I lay my eyes on you, it would be so much
love; like an innocent knows the weight
of such beauty before he actually, witnesses
the object of it. I wouldn’t be lying to say
I felt a surreal warmth and magic each time
I caressed your fur. And you were so much
of a newborn puppy dog, and like I already
knew you four score. How do you define love
if it came in a package that you didn’t think
was meant to give you wisdom as well. I didn’t ever
underestimate you; but I understood and
realised the unsounded nature of your profundity
in mute significance. I will always write
poetry in my heart and soul in salutation.
Six months before you were gone, my dad
whispered in my ear that you were going
to be his from now on. I felt the sadness
with the knowledge that you would have to go,
yet happiness at having you to find so much more
love (in the arms of my Dad). So, the handing over
was not as painful! The last time, I saw you
I said with a sigh: I wonder if I will see you again!
It was not even my bidding a brief moratorium
on love, but a tiding of an even more abundance
of love from me to you in the departing!
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