Every evening dead at nine
we go in our gardens dead on time,
me on my step and you at your gate
neither of us will ever be late.
We clear our minds and think of each other
knowing our souls will meet together,
my body stays, my soul floats away
to be with you again today.
I land behind you and kiss your neck
with a slight and breezy gentle peck,
you turn and smile,you are aware
that I've arrived, you know I'm there.
Our souls have met, they act as one
your soul is happy that i have come,
together under the sky above
they hug so tight and fill with love.
After a while their time is up
they have to part like a love sick pup,
back to their owners they travel again
tomorrow they will do the same.
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