Wanda Lange Poems

Sometimes its hard being a friend,
We eat, laugh, cry and play together.
Days like today I see you hurt,
you look lost and low.
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To love you, what is it to love you?
The Joys, the excitement, the uplifting rush.
It's the hush in the night, in the quiet moonlight.
It's in the day that all seems to crumble.
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I felt your presents as the warm summer
sea air gently kissed my cheek--
I knew we never kissed, only touched,
never revealing our hearts true feelings.
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