Chance Has A Way

Dedicated to a Wo-man's Best Friend.

You were born in the summer's late heat,

When it was nearly fall.

You grew into a handsome beast,

But still not very tall.

You don't know how much needed,

Those warnings in the night.

That danger was closer than a thought,

Often hiding from the light.

You always saw my tainted soul,

With your chocolate layered eyes.

Freeing me from my own prison,

My own cell that I despise.

You couldn't know that age came fast,

But death could come so slow.

Taking your youth and life like that.

Yet still my tears can't show.