Like the fog protects the sky,

I held you close, with watchful eye.

Incapable of enduring another loss,

as trees mourn leaves slain by the frost.

On bended knee, I gave myself to thee,

only canines know such loyalty.

Like petals perspiring with dew,

there can be no me without you, too.

So, I just dance like second hands,

that measure time, in all the land.

I am the key—you are my lock;

like lyrics in our lover's rock.