My golden rose in the darkest hour
Lighting my world for hours
You cling to my side
A companion instead of I
The kindest of which I have the blessing to encounter
We hike trails
Run in the night
And eat foods of glorious kinds
But none of it compares to what’s inside
Golden and gleaming
Nothing cold resides
Though you may never read my words,
It’s nothing short of writing that you are the best golden-doodle in my eyes.
