My Friend Poem by Juan Olivarez

I never meant to hurt you,
I swear that it is so.
I never meant to make you cry,
When you asked me not to go.

I loved you and you knew it,
But only as a friend.
I was never shot by cupid,
And I hope your heart will mend.

I always told you, that I cared,
And I do to this day.
I did not know your soul you'd bare,
The day I went away.

I still am proud to be the friend,
You told your troubles to.
The one whose ears you could bend,
And loves you as a friend so true.

12/10/10 Alton Texas