Soulmate

by:  P.J. Sutherland

A pig in a poke, a poke at a pig.
When pigs fly, love a flying pig.
Deep blue eyes, eyes of love.
Devil or angel, wolf or dove?
Haunted eyes, masking hidden pain.
Nothing to lose, the world to gain.
A eagle born to fly, flying high.
A joyous cry, a heartfelt sigh.
This is my soul mate, my other half.
This flying pig, who makes me laugh.

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