My heart was swept away,
When my eyes met yours, it was a simple story,
My heart was aflutter with an unheard melody,
I guess that's what they call puppy love...
Getting to know you day by day,
Was as easy as child's play,
You're special, unique, one of a kind,
You're a rebel, a sweetie and such a rare find,
I guess that's what they call puppy love...
When I feel down, lonely or weary,
You come to me, all smiles and cheery,
Your gentle kisses, so warm and tender
Never fails to make my woes surrender
I guess that's what they call puppy love...
People come, and people go
But your loyalty remains, like a perfect beau,
I always knew my prince would come,
White coat, black nose and the furriest crown,
With a cock of the head, a yelp and a frown,
I know for sure, this is puppy love.
Poet: Jeanette Aw
Extracted from: I weekly 12 July 2007 edition
