Sweet Puppy Dog

RVW

There's a feeling of home in your gaze, a sense of familiarity.
Every touch is comforting, every word a song.
Somehow worries drift away when you're around.
Can you stay here forever?
Maybe it's your eyes.
Those deep icy colored jewels.
Those loyal, never leering orbs that make me think of a houng dog.
Maybe it's your lips, the mauve tinted pouting lips. Lips that sing angels' songs to whoever will listen.
Maybe it's your hands.
Those strong protective pieces that with each stroke on your guitar play the most melodic music that I am hypnotized with each note.
But I know what it is. It is your heart.
You have a heart of gold. You could never hurt anyone. You will care for everyone, especially me. Home is where the heart is and my heart is with you.

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