Snoot the Pooch was sad one day.
"I wonder why I look this way.
My nose is doggone commonplace.
It's just so boring on my face."
"I'd feel better, I suppose,
if I could have a brand new
...
[+]
a wayward rock comes flying
through the vault of heaven crashing
into you.
You are struck,
captivated by the impact,
and before you can even flicker
a piece of you
is gone.
Her,
love is an arrant thief
in the night forever,
in your orbit forever,
summoning your waves forever,
yours.