My dear Lord and I still relate
On strictly formal terms
And try to remain objective
About one another and the world
I love he treats me like a dog
Who leans into his master's words
And takes me on long walks with him
Where he lets me off the leash
He knows I love the passionate grass
And the freedom to run at will
Which a confined life craves
With only your instincts and bright
Brown eyes and slobbering face
To feel what it means to hear
Him tell me to sit and stay
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