Oh, just a puppy kind of love they say.
When days are filled with sloppy kisses so.
Whether playing fetch, tug of war or stay,
wherever he runs, so does my heart go.
I wake to nuzzle before the sun’s rise.
I burry my nose in his soft black fur.
Forever a friend found in deep brown eyes.
Even walks to poop can be a pleasure.
Alas, before he came, all hope seemed lost.
A man alone in need of rescue,
unconditional love I needed most.
A pup arrived to heal a heart so blue.
Now write a sonnet for little Bucky.
Because he chose me, I feel so lucky.
“Puppy Love” Gordon Hays 2013