True Love.
Ora B.
There was a man, a wonderful man,
Live by himself, without any plan,
Very happy with what he has
And no one knows about his past.
On one fine day in the month of March,
Two thousand five that when it started,
He went into a tiny town,
There were people walking up and down.
His eyes sweep across the place,
He saw something right up ahead,
Without thinking he walked over,
There lay a doggie in one corner.
The man kneeled down closer to look,
The doggie frighten and started to shook,
But saw his eyes seem kind and clam,
So that doggie no more alarm.
Without a word both understood,
Through eyes contact their souls reimburse,
They both happy found each other,
Just as they've known seemingly forever.
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