Love is a little black hound dog,
With eyes so deep, like pools of night.
He trots along in search of hearts,
To steal away in sweet delight.
His fur is soft and smooth as silk,
His wagging tail a joyful sight.
He fills the air with boundless glee,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Love bounds across the fields of time,
Sniffing out souls that need his care.
He licks away all pain and strife,
Leaving behind a love so rare.
He curls up by your side at night,
His warmth and presence gives you peace.
He guards your heart, with all his might,
His love will never, ever cease.
Love is a little black hound dog,
A loyal friend through thick and thin.
He brings us joy and helps us grow,
A constant reminder, deep within.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and light,
Brenda Marie
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