It's the way she nods her head, when I stroke her velvety nose
The way she always knows, the path I haven't even chose
The way she shifts a little closer, when my day hasn't gone like it should
All the maybes, ifs, and coulds
It seems she understands those too
When I haven't even pressed my heal to her side
she picks up her stride.
When I'm blushing so hard, I think I might die
She won't tease or make me cry
Sometimes it's the ones who can't speak, who say the most
The girls who sit and giggle, and snicker, and stare
They simply just can't compare
to the one who sits so patiently as I stand and braid her tail
telling her all my thoughts, that I know she'll never tell
She's my dearest friend
She comes when I call
She trots when I say go
She has a sense of humor
And she seems to read my mind
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