The Best Friend

by

Heather Nicole Luther

Tall, dark haired
And beautiful eyed,
This is my best friend to which
My heart is tied.

He’s gentle and quiet
And nice as can be.
How could I be so blessed as to
Have a guy like him, love me?

He cares for me and holds me
With arms and heart full of love.
I must say that he’s, truly,
My little angel from above.

His strong arms and kiss is like magic
So mysterious, but true,
And what means more than anything is
Hearing him say, "I love you!"

Now, I must ask myself
What did I ever do right,
To deserve a best friend like him
Who loves me for me in his sight?

No matter my wrongs or faults I have
To account for in the end,
We’ll always love each other
And he’ll be my very best friend.

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Why don't you look at SANITY CONVERSING
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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