Just Good Friends Poem by Angela Wybrow

Your hand holds my hand,
But, please understand
That I just want to be friends -
And that's where it ends.

You've made it pretty clear
That you're quite keen to steer
Our friendship elsewhere,
But, for love, I don't care.

Of me, you seem fond,
But, a magician's wand,
I'm unable to wave,
And give you what you crave.

I've known you for years:
You've witnessed my laughter and tears;
You've served me tea in a mug,
And we've shared the odd hug.

To me, you're a good friend,
And I don't mean to offend,
But I do happen to know
That my love will not grow.

I'm one hundred per cent sure
That I want nothing more;
I'm quite happy to chat,
But that really is that.