Bradley Lester

(18-07-1966 / Western Cape, Cape Town)

Biography of Bradley Lester

I have always wanted to express my feelings, thoughts, desires, hopes and dreams about life and people but I’ve never had any reason, or no-one really inspired me to do so, or urged me until I met a wonderful person and her three awesome, wonderful daughters. For the purpose of respecting her privacy, I will only use her First Name which is Debbie. From the first day I met her, I felt a newborn life inside of me starting to overwhelm my heart and soul with goodness and appreciation. Her bubbly, fun, motherly attributes of her personality gripped my heart with a deep feeling of someone who was warm and friendly, kind and generous, loving and concerned. All these attributes which I had so longed and yearned for she had. It was as though she had wrapped them up into a sweet scented soft cuddly present, wrapped it in the worlds shiniest pink silk paper and handed it to me. This simply blew my breath away.

Frantically I started writing poems about her and me, our talks and discussions, our laughs and tears as we entered into our new found friendship. She gave me hope and inspiration throughout our friendship in a way that was heartwarming and true.

The love that I had for her was like no other love I’d ever felt or experienced and it was mind-blowing at times. Mind-blowing just knowing that someone did care for me, someone did want to listen to me, someone confided in me, trusted me and believed in me.

As today draws to a close and tomorrow is yet to come, I will forever be grateful for what she has meant to be and if our paths never do cross again in my life’s journey, I pray and hope that someday, somehow she will stumble across these poems and if she does read some of them, I hope that they will be a comfort to her in some way and warm her heart knowing that I loved her with all my heart, soul and mind.

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Brads Quotations 1-20

Tears are expressions and feelings from the heart, that are unable to be transformed into words.

Love cannot read or understand words, it can only relate to actions.

A true friend will not interfere in an argument, but when the one partner storms out and shuts the door, the true friend with still be there to comfort the partner that remains in the room, alone and hurt.

Friends may brush your heart from time to time, but a true friend will brand your heart with love and warmth, that feel

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