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Just A Friend

It did not start with "hello."
In the room, I'm not the only one.
It was not from our desire
that fate has given us both.

You know I am down and below,
when I can't explain what I want.
You hold me by the fire
when I come in from the cold.

I am only a dime a dozen
as I walk through time.
I cannot be a jewel
if you hadn't polished me to a shine.

Perhaps it is not who deserves who
and probably not who does what for who.
Is it just the places in time we went through
or is the heart a place where friendship brew?

                              Written by Weng T. Kwok.
For Colleen M. Fleming
Date: March 23, 2001