Where will I be without you?
What will my life be
if you aren't with me?
Grief ridden thoughts abound
in this aged head of mine.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself.
Please stop with the whine.
You must be stronger;
don't let her see
the sadness in your eyes.
She said before
she doesn't like to cry,
so I must be careful
and hide the wetness in my eyes.
Be brave, strong and stoic,
that is best for me.
Keep your tears well hidden,
please don't let her see,
the weakness in me.

Screw up your courage,
give us your word.
Take out your saber,
fall on your sword.
Make a decision
for your conscience to dwell.
Quit all the lies,
go straight to...well
perhaps you can make
some amends,
if you can find
anyone of your friends.

A Rine, a word,
don't tell me now,
for I wait not
to say, not ever or how.
Why do you bother
with this thing you are?
Don't you know
that a distance so far
will affect thee
no matter what's said
for you will be gone
when this scourge is dead.

I was at the Pub,
having a brew,
when a movement, I saw
and it was you.
Those beautiful brown eyes
reeled me in and thinking
I might even win
a piece of your affection.
I began, touching your hair,
saying to you, here I am.
You nosed me, with your stubby nose.
It was then I said,
anything goes and then I knew
I loved you so much,
my little Shih Tzu.