How does your head work? Imagine a golden retriever locked in a cage at the dog pound. Did his owner give up? Maybe he got lost and could not find his way home. How does your heart work? Sad and lonely, his whole world lights up when he sees you. He has feelings like you and me because he shares fifty-five percent of his DNA with a human. Imagine what it would be like if you write me; I’ll be your faithful friend.
“Rosebud” a sonnet by Luke Hasler
Crimson delight, my heart sings
Voluptuous curves, sent from above
Spring blooms, for finger rings
Flawless beauty, my first love
Sacred symbol, white Virginal Dove
Cupid’s arrow, find me friends
Blushing princess, bright red lips
Plucking petals, my fingertips bend
Kiss the Queen, fertile hips
Royal Jelly, satiate my desires
Beautiful blossoms, across pond trips
Mistress maidens, light my fires
Love dance, romance never tires.