In my lonely life.
Married to my wife.
She had lots them,
when i had only one.
I had only known her for 12 months
That one was a friend.
Hear her voice,
see her smile.
My problems,
disappear for a while.
I like her alot,
when i once lost the plot, she came to help.
But like everyone selfish,
I never said thanks.
I never show it,
in case I hurt her.
She, my only friend.
Thank you J,
for being you.
Made to make my day brighter,
than its usual deep blue.
I Siddiqi 13.08.2009
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