Two-Way Trust.

For wet-nosed welcomes and four-pawed hugs, none Can match the dog. Fur-bound coat, eyes so wide And velvety melt our heart and, 'will' gone We most willingly succumb. Keen to hide Our love affair, we fake a careless style And tone our voice to suit, but when tail wags As if to break while greeting us, we smile, Even when there's muddy floor, bedraggled Dog just glances at us wistfully. More Than that, a quiet whine, defined as An apology is all we need. As for Two-way trust it grows, and if by chance passed Over for a newer canine pal, our First love pines, two-way trust declines, then dies. A dog's love is of moment and of now. That's all the canine heart can feel applies. Thus, well or sick, lonely or in pain, fairly Constant, man's best friends let us know they care.