Timothy V.1 Poem by Emma Haze

He listens to me,
and shows me might care,
He jokes around,
makes me laugh til I'm near tears,

He makes me feel better about being me,
all the things I'm not, hes starting to make me see,
Maybe I'm not all those things,
that people end up calling me,

My new friends name is Timothy,
hes only just nineteen,
Hes sweet and kind, and so caring,
And I know just knowing him,
has made me better then I will ever be,

So Tim, heres my thanks,
here's a poem, stamped with your name
Heres a poem, though it may not be good,
it tells of what you've done for me,
so heres my promise, my name on the line,
I'll be there for you, through whatever and whenever,
I'll be here, even if its an eternity.

Written November 14th,2009.
For Timothy.