My Best Friend - Poem by Samuel Hunt
My best friend has long brown hair,
but for things like this I do not care.
Beauty that remains unseen,
is at the essence of her being.
Her ability to generate friendship,
matches the love for her kinship.
She is just so big and scary,
yet remains, loved by many.
She can dance very crazily,
and look beautiful lazily.
I can get her knickers in a knot,
her smile radiates like the sun,
but she's not that hot.
I love her for who she is,
and has it not been a wonderful few years?
In our love there is no end,
that's why I call her my bestfriend.
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