Not real love such as one feels for one's offspring,
Not friendship though, it 's something more.
It's like romantic love without the sex part,
Similar in how it seems a mad obsession.
Full of warmth and ease and joy and gladness,
That sets the image of a long white nose and two big ears
Above so many other things I care for.
And in my mind I see the beautiful expression
Of two round eyes which seem so full of kindness,
And of tenderness and humorous ideas.
A mirror showing what I want to see.
And I know I might sometimes see, also, sadness,
But it's only there because it's a projection,
A belief the dog's in sympathy with me.