Eager to like and be liked
I have often rushed into
Believing with my whole heart

In someone else.

I have called that believing

Love.

I have called cynicism
The sensible caution of burned cats.

I have made a virtue of being a dog,
In the process forgetting my own dog

Who has chosen only one to love
And therefore trust

While snapping in the face of anyone at all
Who would presume the right

To that sacred virtue.

He makes a fool of himself, being a Dachshund,
Growling in the face of giants

Except that there is no doubt in his mind
That there is no giant
He could not take down

In the name of love.

I want to be a fool like that little dog.
I want to be a burned cat.

I want to love without fear.

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