True Love

He stares at me with big brown eyes, Causing me to think of stars in the skies. He touches my hand with a cold nose, Reminding me of how gently he goes. He licks his chops whenever I eat, Letting me know he’s there at my feet. He always gets a few tidbits of my meal, A little gift that lets him know how I feel. He waits at the front door for me to pull up, Always excited beyond any other pup. He jumps up and down, pouncing for joy, Showing his love as I smile, “that a boy”. He runs like wildfire after a tennis ball, Bringing it back to me at an indifferent crawl. He barks at the tv and howls at the vet, Giving me pleasure unlike any other pet. He is a canine who has become a best friend. There isn’t a doubt he’ll be with me til’ the end. He creates a powerful pleasure within me, Something no one or nothing else can free. He may be a dog, but I think of him so dearly, There is nothing to describe him very clearly. He is a blessing, a wonder and a true prize, Where would I be without the love in his eyes?