“You see, boy,” the old man said with a sigh, A faraway glimmer still deep in his eye, “Once in a man’s life, if he’s lucky, he’ll find A love that stays etched in the heart and the mind.
Not the kind folks write in a song or a book, But the kind that you feel with one single look— The kind that don’t speak, but somehow still knows, That walks by your side wherever life goes.
I found it once, long before you were born, In a shaggy ol’ mutt I rescued one storm. She weren’t much to see, not fancy or grand, But Lord, she was loyal and sweet as the land.
She’d wait at the door, rain or shine, night or day, And follow me close every step of the way. Knew what I felt ’fore I’d utter a word— A love like that, boy, it’s felt more than heard.
Now some men get two shots, but most get just one, And when that love leaves, well, the shine leaves the sun. But once is enough, if you hold it just right— Don’t blink, don’t waste it, don’t lose it to night.
So listen real close and remember this true: When love lays its hands on the soul inside you, Don’t ever take it for granted, not once— That kind of love don’t come back more than once.”
