Wheeze loves me with a grace so pure, I could never be worthy or deserving. Her love is extravagant but simple, and it never wavers. My old dented heart is broadened by the smile of a little dog, tail-wagging with joy at the beautiful luxury of being alive. As fallible as I am, I am her hero. And Wheeze has no doubt she is my beloved. When I come in the house, I wiggle and dance at the first sight of her, just as she does for me! Dogs teach us that our love truly is a bounty *this* deep and *this* wide.
I wish humans were safe to cherish one another with our hearts soaring, just for a second. Unsullied. Unafraid. Unbound. We lavish our purest adoration in secret, stolen moments… while the other is unaware.
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