Words... |
It is not enough to write a few words here and there, To let you know about how much I have grown to care; And how very special a person you are to me, Or how I promise to be your close friend, endlessly... But words put in this poem are all I have at this time, My only safe means to tell you, is my gift of rhyme; Some day I hope to be able to stand in a place, Where with courage and no shame, I can say to your face... That I don't always understand what you are going through but that I'll be here when you do what you must do That I enjoy the time we spend together as friends and though I may be in the shadows, our friendship never ends I watch silently as your life unfolds around you helpless of sorts to be a part, yet knowing you know what to do So I sit and ponder of years to come knowing that I am one of the few that knows where you've come from.. I'll tell you how thankful I am, we should chance to meet, How much it means to me through the bitter and sweet; You have always been there for me, time and time again, And one day soon I hope I can say to you my friend... Just how very special, you have become in my mind, How each day, I realize, more than a friend I did find; To tell you all the things, that lay heavy on my heart, And how I often miss you, whenever we're apart... |
Jill & Fox © March 1994 |