​Man´s best friend

I know a cheap bastard that would have you pulling at your hair,

Sly, without a doubt, to the core.

In a matter of weeks she has mastered the manipulating stare.

It seems I have thief under my roof.

And despite me locking away my things,

trying to make all hiding spots foolproof,

the disappearance of my new left shoe

and her grin along her elevated mood

left my utterly suspicious anew.

I believe you´d love her still

Unconditionally and a bit naivly

You´d probably die at her will.

And a look from her will suffice and silence me on this matter forever.

For then, without hesitation,

I´d give my right shoe too and think of her as nothing but clever.