Oak & Rose

Golden

fur that

smells

like

love

bubbles

floating

in the spring

air.

My jet black

braids

reflect

the suns

power and

I run next

to you.

Harmonies 

rush out

as overwhelming

tears march

down my

cheeks

like ants on

a sidewalk. 

Reading my

mind your

heavy clumsy

paws grab at

my legs.

Our 

Rescued spirits 

speak 

the 

language 

of dancing

in meadows

of oak trees

with hearts

of royal 

red 

kissing our 

foreheads

at night. 

You will

always

be the

Oak

that protects,

And 

I will

be your 

rose of 

love.