Rarely Met a Better Man

We communicate without language, Gestures,symbols,motions of a hand. He understands my language. I struggle with his. But somehow we make it work. We've lived together 14 years now, Never thought to make it legal. Our love could not be More committed with a license . He likes his hair long, I prefer him less tousled Though he does look appealing When the hair fall in his eyes. To find a partner like him is rare, Although he has wandered on brief occasions. I close the door behind him, but never turn the lock. He always manages to find his way home, With downtrodden posture and liquid eyes. I allow him to share my bed again, After he grovels at my feet. My heart has grown soft for him over time. I overlook his laziness and graying hair. Smitten by his warm body and childlike ways. Oh Theo, life at times is so unfair. Though only a dog, I've rarely met a better man.