Crossroads Poem by Angela Wittle

What a smile he had
That turned the winter in my heart
To lovely spring

And on a dreary day
It was the sound of his voice
That chased the rain away

My mind had no place
But for thoughts of him
And that horse-face he makes

For in him I had found
A kindred spirit
Who understood my joys and my pains

Funny how it all began
From handstands and monkeys
To late nights on the phone

A wonderful man
With wonderful dreams
May you never change
And always stay true

It is a shame
That my heart had been stolen
Before you came along
But know that you had managed
To snatch a piece away