Thursday, November 1, 2007

Mystic

Your eyes reflect intelligence and love for those you know
Your coat is covered with speckles of black in background white as snow
You shine when smothered with love, kisses, hugs, and often treats
We just want to save you from the savageness of the streets
When we look upon you, or say the name you know
Those eyes spark with enthusiasm, you ache to put on a show
When we walk into your room, that tail wags to and frow
The mischief that we see in you begins to grow and grow
Yet love for you conquers all the imperfections that we see
And love is the answer to the riddle that Mystic seems to be
Love is what we give to you, to us Mystic your bound
Love is what has made us know Mystic, a home you've already found

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