Sweet is the touch of Oreo's paw,
wanting me to wake so he can spoon under the covers.
Sweet is Annie coming to give me a hug and ask for a treat.
Her gentle ways, the look in her eyes.
Sweet is the smile on Trooper's face,
when I find his "sweet" spot to scratch at the base of his tail.
"Sweeeet!" is my exclamation when the month's bills are paid,
and I realize I've still got a little for next month's.
Sweet is the sorbet I savor on a hot afternoon,
long day, patience thin,
shoes off, feet up, and breezes blowing over the bay.
Sweet sounds his voice as he whispers "I love you."
Sweet feels his hand as he wipes my tears.
Sweet is his hug as we part once again,
wishing for no more bittersweet goodbyes.
What sweetness do you wish for?
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