Friend Poem by Katerina Yanchuk

You can't touch me, I'm not yours
But you still my Friend of course,
You can smell me, hear me, see me
Do perhaps each thing of those

You can't have me, i'm engaged
To go up on burning life-stage
And i don't regret for that,
Casue I have my feelings caged

You can't get me, I don't belong
To your place that's called as home
And you can't seduce my soul
I joined to Him as flesh to bone

Well...you may sit and watch my cry
And you may even make some try
To steal from Him my precious care
By telling me your question 'Why'

We dare to take a walk sometime
As you can see - it's not a crime
To hold my hand as my best friend,
Just side by side, but not at prime

At last you give me friendly kiss
And when i leave, you'll surely miss
All those fantastic little things
That gave you more than priceless bliss