My girl knows me better than I do.

When I’m feeling down,
She reads my thoughts.
She knows my grumpy frown,
Reminds me trials aren’t for naught.
Everyday when I come home,
She is there with a kiss.
Not one that would go and roam,
She reads me and knows how I’d miss.
While I drive her here and there,
She reads my mood with gentle charm.
Should I give out a fierce glare,
I feel her softly touch my arm.
A trying day I must ascend,
Yet I know her love is not on loan.
As she is my furry friend,
She reads me like a Milk Bone.
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