In a cozy room, by the warm fireplace's glare,
Sat a bereaved and sad, old doodle bear,
With eyes so dim, lost in a distant stare,
Embracing memories, a burdensome wear.
The flames danced wild, casting shadows rare,
Upon the wall, a silent, solemn affair,
As tears welled up in that plush, weary chair,
For love once shared, now a poignant snare.
But within those seams, stitched with utmost care,
Lies a heart that longs for someone to repair,
To mend the broken, the wounds they bear,
And bring back joy to the lonely doodle bear.
In the hearth's soft glow, a whispered prayer,
For healing, solace, and a love to repair,
A chance to find hope in the dimmest nightmare,
To relight the spirit of the forlorn doodle bear.
So may the embers of fate ever declare,
A brighter tomorrow, an end to despair,
For in every heart, there's room to repair,
Even the wounded soul of a doodle bear.