My good friend thinks well of me.
I like it when she's around.
She has a heart that's caring,
Love in it there does abound.
There is an immense beauty,
That's found in my good friend's heart;
In my heart from that of hers,
Gently love it does impart.
Florists are known for roses,
And forget-me-nots of blue;
But these flowers can't excel,
My friend's heart that's gold and true.
I must be thought highly of,
My heart is touched by her love.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 6:23 AM UTC
My good friend thinks well of me.
I like it when she's around.
She has a heart that's caring,
Love in it there does abound.
There is an immense beauty,
That's found in my good friend's heart;
In my heart from that of hers,
Gently love it does impart.
Florists are known for roses,
And forget-me-nots of blue;
But these flowers can't excel,
My friend's heart that's gold and true.
I must be thought highly of,
My heart is touched by her love.