You, the golden retriever bright,
All warmth and joy, a glowing light.
I, the black cat, sleek and still,
A quieter soul, with a sharper will.
You bound through life with open arms,
Chasing dreams, embracing charms.
I watch from shadows, calm and slow,
But in your light, I start to glow.
Your laughter fills the endless skies,
While I observe with steady eyes.
Yet somehow, in this dance we've spun,
Our hearts are stitched, two souls as one.
You pull me out when I retreat,
And I ground you when life feels fleet.
Though we're so different, worlds apart,
We share the same unspoken heart.
In every wag, in every purr,
We find a balance, we endure.
A golden soul, a shadow's grace—
Best friends in every time and space.
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PoetryShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...
