What's the best part
about falling for a friend?
It's got to do, in part,
with knowing that they never really leave,
and you always know they'll come back again.

Or maybe it's the fact,
that they know you,
for who you are,
and when they think of you,
and you of them,
then really now,
we're not very far.

"Because the farthest we are,
is a heart beat away."

The best part,
about being in love with a friend,
is that they accept you and love you,
to absolutely no end.

I'm not sure how else to describe,
something so great,
to someone else who really,
wouldn't know how to appreciate,
the banter that we do,
the jokes and jives we know,
It's just only the greatest feeling,
and the feeling only
grows.

I'm in love with my bests friend,
always have been I might say,
It's only a matter of "When?" now,
to make her mine one day.

The best part is,
we have each other,
I think that's better,
than having a one-night lover.

I love her.

Every now and then,
she gives me a reminder,
a reminder of times,
a reminder...of when.

There she is, sitting on the swings,
she invites me over from my slumber,
from my sleep with the crawly things.
She says, "Push me higher! I can't do it alone."

So there she started our friendship,
and from that day it's only grown.

We go to the park every now and again,
we see the children playing,
and we're back to when:

In the middle of the day,
we met once more,
there has never been a better reason,
for me to run out the door.
There I waited,
and there she came back to me,
and there we talked for hours,
up upon the tree.

The tree we climbed is nothing more than a stump,
so I pretend I'm climbing like my days of youth,
only to find, the children bring back my grump.
So I sit back down,
as I pout in defiance,
as she saunters on over,
and reminds me of our alliance.

I was king of the hill,
she was queen of the land,
we ruled the playground together,
from the fields down to the box of sand.
Our loyal subjects,
no matter where we were,
if ever I had to choose a person to save,
it would always be her.

She's my reminder,
of who I am today,
She's the one who reminds me,
of the things I need to say.

I Love You, Dear

Every night before bed,
and every day before work,
because love is the biggest frontier,
so take that Captain Kirk!

Little reminders,
like the smell of Lilly in her hair,
or the way she laughs and plays,
with the children here and there.

She reminds me.
Reminds me indeed.
She reminds me to grow a garden,
I first need a seed.

Here you are
here you are,
yes you are
yes you are
you are here
you are here
and here
you
are.

Aye indeed
in the flesh you do appear,
yes my friend you are indeed,
certainly here.

Don't judge a book
by it's cover,
but what's inside is what matters,
I leave that to philosophers and their stones,
I say they're all just as mad as hatters!

Here you are,
where ever you may be,
there you are,
for everyone to see.
Reading from some screen,
because this won't make the front news,
on the technology we all love,
to make and use.

There you are,
showing off your prowess,
all the while you're thinking,
"Boy, i'm a mess!"

Well,
be it as it may,
not that I'm one to say!

You are a testimony of only you,
and a testimony
that only you can do.

How you sit,
stand,
approach another,
or flee,
no matter how you walk,
talk,
or sound,
you're still apparent to me.

You are a testimony,
of God's Grace,
or perhaps you are,
a testimony of truth and hypocrisy,
of the human race.

How you live,
is none of my concern,
it matters not to me,
what you make,
or what you earn

You are who you are,
oh how true this really is,
from the ol' boy from the hicks,
to the golly gee biz kids.

So today, be a testimony,
for all the people to see,
that when they look to you,
it's you they want to be.

Because you can do good,
or better than that,
with only a start of a smile,
and a tip of the hat.

You are a testimony,
of you got here,
so take off the shades,
enjoy the sun,
it's time to make your life clear.

Be strong, and virtuous,
diligent and mindful,
be passionate, and courageous,
but most of all be faithful!

I wish you well,
in the coming years that does run,
I wish you the best of luck and health,
and some better days under the sun!

So testify yourself,
in all things you do,
because in the words of Dr. Seuss,
"No one can be you-er than you!"

Look up,
look up
above the world so high,
look up
look up
into the starry sky.

See how they twinkle,
how bright they do shine?
I know that they are hopeless
because I have a star of mine.

She shines brighter than the hottest dwarf,
aye, not exactly a flattering term to describe,
but I count on you, my reader
to understand my jibs and jibes.

She laughs, like bells on a clear summer's day,
she let's me know she loves me,
in every sort of way.

She hums a small little tune to herself,
whilst carrying on with her tasks,
she knows me on a good day,
and knows when I'm bothered and when to ask.

She's with me,
that's all that counts,
as we lay under the stars.
She's here with me,
watching the passing cars.

I'm so lucky to have her,
my own shining star,
I'm so lucky to have her,
for she shines the brightest,
by far.

With the Wind,
as it blows and tosses your hair,
it whispers and giggles in your ear,
without letting you know
that it's there.

It's forever travelling,
around the world of Man,
so much faster than,
and bullet can.

Let there be some sort of understanding,
between us my friend,
as we listen to the laughter of the wind,
as we run with them for they are innumerable.
Take my hand and run with me,
don't mind the ground,
I promise that it's stable.

But with the wind,
it has no set path,
there's no rhyme or reason,
and it can't be solved with simple math.

It is an entity,
all by itself, [themselves?]
raging as it will,
and forgiving when it wants,
always there,
that sometimes taunts.

I'm afraid you'll lose me yet,
as I run with the wind,
as I try to free myself,
running from my past,
knowing, between the wind and I,
that I have sinned.

With the wind
you'll find me,
my name in a mere whisper,
the air that we breath,
brings me that much closer,
to
her.