of Canines, and their inspiration

Loyalty in all it's ways
Gives birth to orphans and to strays
Who roam from town-to-town in wonder
And cast their sullen dreams asunder

"O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red"

And though not dead, thy mystic arts:
To quell my fears, and many hearts
Are still the songs that echo loud
From places, none consider proud

The purest form of sweet devotion
Is not ephemeral in it's motion
'Tis felcity, tis sincerity;
The farthest thing from popularity

In shadows, where none give ear
There you'll find me here;
Perhaps one day so far or near
The love I'll give with bring you cheer