I Really Love Him

Always when I get up, he’s close to me, Waiting for my caresses and nice words. His eyes are loving, and fond, and happy, I stroke him to fill the morning standards. Afternoon when I come back home at last, At our door he waits impatiently. His cordial welcome is a nice contrast To my daily troubles – he’s so friendly… We have a lot in common – it’s charming; We love the same bed, armchair – it’s normal. We both have a passion for daydreaming, I love him – my dog, my smart animal.