He was of a tawny color,
so simple was he,
positive in all his ways,
skillful, neat and tiddy,
was he
modest was he not
only untainted love,
he gave away
feeding time,
was an adventure,
for him, it was
Hi-Lite of his day,
except our walks,
he would not delay,
untainted love,
return I to him,
so pure in heart,
is this wonderful,
friend of mine,
untainted love,
is all he knows
love this dog,
of mine, and
his untainted love.
wrote 1-16-07 Murphy my best friend since June 26,1997
jim foulk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untainted-love/
