~L-O-V-E~©

The love we must take care:
to give comfort and praise.
And not to have a selfish bone:
to pick with them even on worst of days.
A couch where two can cuddle,
a kitchen with the smell of treats.
And when they fall asleep,
tuck in their aching feets.
When they do wrong be patient,
don't be so quick to judge.
You'll find it hurts much less,
to hear them out than to hold a grudge!
Copyright ©2006~S@L

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