You and me
Different as can be
We sit together here
Thinking of things
Like old, rusty swings
And memories
That shed happy tears

She lights up the room
with a beautiful smile
her laughter so soft,
but carries far in my soul

Her short hazel hair lies curly and fine
her fingers so soft and so sure

but her smile is what I love most of all
I've known it since I was two

she may never know
how beautiful she is
that darling sweet sister of mine

I cherish her heart
her warm soft embrace
and laughter we've shared
late at night

I treasure her soul
it's a beautiful thing;
and I'm glad to have known it so long

I hope that some day
when we have both grown
she'll find a man just as worthy
who'll cherish her heart more than me

she is my soul sister, my friend to the last

If friends were flowers, I'd pick you.

I would gently pluck you from
The softest of soil.

I would bring you inside and place you
in a vase of glass that best
compliments your petals.

I would place you on the windowsill
So that you could soak up the sun
And watch life as it passes.

And people who pass by and look at you
With their eyes of envy will see
And they will know that this
Beautiful flower belongs to
A very lucky me.

And how lucky I am indeed
To have a flower as a friend.

She was a girl so young and sweet
And eyes that sparkled blue
Who whispered her wish into the wind,
Her love to find her soon

She wrote him letters
Late in the night
With questions of who?
When? and just what might?

She sealed each letter with a kiss
And was sure to put the date
She prayed to God far up above
That her love won't make her wait

She lived each day with a settle hope,
And slept each night with a yearning dream
Her muscles ached to feel his touch,
Her heart bursting at its seems

So in love with a boy
This girl has never met
She whispers to him through the wind
Her heart on him is set