She follows you home like some little puppy,
Eager to please.
Wagging her tail and her eyes bright with love.
So you decide to keep her.

She's a good puppy you say,
And she falls for you more and more.
Coming when you call,
And giving you her all.

Then you start to tire of the puppy.
Her love is getting old.
I know she will be here, you say.
She loves me.

So when the first kick comes,
Because you are busy or tired or distracted.
She comes running back, tail wagging,
And heart in her eyes.

And the next time you don't have time to play.
Or you just don't want to.
No big deal.
You will be there for her later, you say.

So again when you are to call,
She bounces in a little slower.
Eyes still full of love,
But watching a little more carefully.

And with this kick,
Because you don't have time,
She crawls away a little lower.
Her eyes so full of pain.

And then she is crawling in,
Low to the ground.
Spirit broken, eyes dull, no life left.
But still there for you.

You don't know exactly which kick did it.
But she isn't here any more.
Rejection got to powerful for a little heart in love.
And when she crawled away this time.
She had nothing left to give.

You still look for her every once in a while.
When you remember the littleone,
With eyes so full of love.
Might should have kept her, you think.
She did love me so.

Wonder where she is,
Does her eyes still shine?
A little pain, in the corner of your heart,
Says you lost a true love this time.

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