she is my friend
I'm going to hold here dear.
till then end of time,
nothing to tear us apart and nothing to fear.
we're good friends now,
talkative and such.
she makes me warm I know not how,
but I do know I love her a bunch.
she has beautiful hair and a nice gazing stair,
and to add to that she is nice,
and really fun, but a little mean to be fair.
her body is slim,
sexy and fabulous
though she herself is dim,
and is jealous of other girls.
I know this to be true,
that we are friends forever.
bonded by something anew,
so lets just end with a poem that is a little clever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem