| Written: MAY 27, 2002 |
With your Chestnut hair,
And innocently, devilish stare.
With pale good looks and care,
Pictures in your mind you could share.
As with me, you play with written words,
Thoughts flying to paper, like flocks of birds.
With lenses snapping in ones and thirds,
Your precious visions hidden in box, away from the herds.
If you ever need a friend, I will be here with advice,
I you ever need help I’ll give you whatever will suffice.
You never need fear for a friend, to you I’ll always been nice,
No matter what trials we go through, your friendship is worth the price…
