You have a big heart, I often see,
And that heart has plenty room
For things like cats, and dolls, and me,
Your empathy like thread on a loom.
A pity, a shame, when people take
Your important feelings for granted,
And leave your hurt, or starting to shake,
with the seeds of contention planted.
Those people have no place in your life,
They have no reason to be around you,
And I will do my best to protect my sweet wife,
And not let the meanies make you blue too.
I love you always, with all of my heart,
And I'll always be there to help,
And to the finish, or from the start,
I'll come to save you if ever you yelp.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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