Thursday, December 4, 2008

My Friend

Dearest friend, be more to me
What I would be to you
Look at me the way I look
With adoration true

Let your gaze fall on my lips
The way mine falls on yours
Tracing their soft, sweet outline
Their lovely pink contours

I hope my eyes of darkest green
Attract your eyes of brown
Your great oak eyes are warm and soft
Like hidden forests found

Your smile makes my air come fast
So like a little child
I wish to touch your face at last
A stroke loving and mild

See me as I see you once
And see in me your bliss
Would it be alright, could I
Dear friend, give you a kiss?

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