His heart was not open, with a door, like a pup's.
Closed and concealed, won slowly with trust.
He learned to love us, as the days went by.
Months, years, how quick they fly.
Torn away from us at the height of his prime.
A paralasis tic commited the crime.
Gone now from physical being.
His heart and soul guide us, his advice we be heeding.
