Taking doggo for a walk
He holds my hand, we softly talk
We pass a field that’s stuffed with flowers
Bursting now from summer showers
He stoops and picks one at our feet
In one deft move, he skips no beat
And with a gentlemanly flair
He nestles it behind my ear
And walking on in our own rhythm
I think about just why I’m with him
In these small gestures love is bursting
He shows me why I’m never thirsting
The kind of love that’s wide and whole
Is all you need to quench your soul…