My Sweet Dot

When I went to a spot Thousand miles away from the dot Dot where I originated, dot that made me a bot I was overwhelmed when I reached your spot You, the first one who greeted me so hot I was warmed and changed my clot I don't say much, but my heart says a lot I wish we can be more than what we got You looked at me with a paper to jot You didn't say much, but bent me like a knot You wrote down short words on the dot Drew pictures of me without a blot I thank you and I will always love you for that... My Sweet Dot!