Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue
Honey is sweet, my love
But not as sweet as you
When I first met you
My soul, at once knew
(Kissing of your forehead
Pouring words, soul reared)
A friend, God-sent to me
As a jewel gift for eternity
Talked as if we had missed years
Filling in lifetime left in arrears
Sharing how we had been endearing
Painful rough years we had been living
We had stopped growing up
Now like kids, we're catching up
What a lifetime friend, indeed!
What a precious gift, indeed!
2.3.2016
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