Happy Valentine

I talk to him when I´m lonesome like,

and I´m sure he understands.

When he looks at me so attentively,

and gently licks my hand.

Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,

but I never say naught thereat.

For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,

but never a Friend like that.

W.Dayton Wedgefalth