He was quiet. Speaking only when necessary, but rarely at all.
He was talented and loving,
caring and funny.
Until his love slipped out of his hands.
Lost and lonely,
Sacred and sad,
He sat there, heartbroken and wondering
what could be next.
When the love was gone, talent prevailed;
showing his true colors and the feelings he had within.
He shared his thoughts with the world, and the world approved.
The music came from the soul, reaching all who could relate
to his devastating loss, yet had faith.
When he found himself again, he found the love he once lost. This time in the form of a human, not just a dog.
Ah but that's just it- he was never "just a dog" he was man's best friend, hero and savior.
She'll never save him the way that dog did, but she can surely try.
Keeping his hopes and dreams alive,
she stood by his side,
never losing faith.
When he seems to stray, she pulls him in, only to watch him stray farther. The silence tugs at her heartstrings because she's said it all, and it wasn't enough.
But what could she expect from a man so quiet, only his dog could understand?
writing this was very difficult because I know I'll never save him the way rascal did