No eyes
have ever stared into me the way hers did.
No meeting
I can remember so cosmically connected two souls.
We
understood each other perfectly although we never spoke each other's language.
When I held
her, love returned so passionately.
She lay
next to me into the cold night, as if taking the same form of my body, with
such penetrating warmth, she invaded my dreams with sighs of sweet breath and a
kiss on my head.
All this
time, there was never a pretense, not one desire but to be mine; to be there
when I needed love; for the pure want of giving all of herself to no one but
me.
I am a
lucky man to have been chosen by a dog named Dancer.
(Cleveland
Wheeler)
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