teri bronte

Rookie (June 15,19- / Knoxville, TN)

My Friend From Ireland - Poem by teri bronte

He sing's to my soul;
He makes me weak in my knee's;
He see's inside of me,
He let's me be me.

He tell's it like it is;
He is not afraid of my temper;
He let's me know how i am behaving, then reply's
'see you when you chill'.

He know's i will come running to say i am sorry;
He alway's forgive's me;
He has a kind heart.

He is unlike any other man i have ever met;
My friend from Ireland.

He tell's me the truth, even if it hurt's.
He is my friend, my soulmate, this friend from Ireland.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 17, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 17, 2005

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