Friendship is like two entwining
vines
Not just I'll be yours if you'll
be mine
Nor do you sample it to see
how you'll fare
Friendship is an agreement of
love that we share
You stole my heart and you dwell
in my soul
You're the missing piece which
makes me whole
Your devotion to me was entirely
new
But it brought me closer and
closer to you
When I am sad you kiss away my
tears
You share my hopes, my dreams
and my fears
As you lay your head on my lap
you seem to say
That you'll be here for me each
and every day
Unconditional love is what
you're about
Your trusting gaze leaves no
doubt
You would follow me to the ends
of the earth
You teach me to know my own
self worth
You are my rottie, my canine
creature
You are my familiar, you are
my teacher
You are my beginning, my middle,
my end
You are first and foremost my
friend
Friendship is like two entwining
vines
Not just I'll be yours if you'll
be mine
Nor do you sample it to see
how you'll fare
Friendship is an agreement of
love that we share.
Lisa Tidrow
Aug 1997
CONTENTMENT
I like the way that the world is made,
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears)
With part in the sun and part in the shade
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears).
This comfortable spot beneath a tree
Was probably planned for you and me;
Why do you suppose god made a flea?
Tickle me more behind the ears.
I hear a cricket or some such bug
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears)
And there is a hole some creature dug
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears).
I can't quite smell it from where we sit,
But I think a rabbit would hardly fit;
Tomorrow, perhaps, I'll look into it:
Tickle me more behind the ears.
A troublesome fly is near my nose,
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears);
He thinks I'll snap at him, I suppose,
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears).
If I lay on my back with my legs in air
Would you scratch my stomach, just here and
there?
It's a puppy trick and I don't much care,
But tickle me more behind the ears.
Heaven, I guess, is all like this
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears);
It's my idea of eternal bliss
(Tickle me, please, behind the ears).
With angel cats for a dog to chase,
And a very extensive barking space,
And big bones buried all over the place, --
And you, to tickle me behind my ears.
Burges Johnson
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