A time, a season,
A moment, a reason,
An instant, a motive,
All in all an action.
But one must wonder why,
This comes in short supply?
Why has giving turned into getting,
Why is giving on standby?
Upon this day, I give to you,
In beauty it is true.
A gift of friendship
One of love and virtue.
I’m here to help thee,
Even for just one moment.
I expect nothing
Nothing in return.
Except that you let me,
Give you these few things.
A life of memories,
Of laughter and of beauty.
written for Bryan.... December 26,2007
lovely write this is so pure and innocent....keep musing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Nyki. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks