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Though I saw your face, Never could I have guessed that in my heart today, would be this friendship treasured - truly blessed. High school was so different, back then just passers by then we found ourselves at college occasional lifts, and the occasional "hi" Yet somehow over time Despite changes life does bring We met again, a Sunday lunch It was like I’d met my kindred being. And ever since that day I can only say we've grown The person you would be to me I never could have known. I never dreamed of such a caring heart Nor the happiness you'd bring Sharing the journey with someone special Somehow made my heart sing You've been one in a million Even though it sounds cliché Its hard to find the words to make you see what I’m trying to say Basically my words are less than my heart is willing to express A joy its been, walking our mile A friendship true - beyond worthwhile.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
High School. College. And a friendship never dreamed of.
Though I saw your face, Never could I have guessed that in my heart today, would be this friendship treasured - truly blessed. High school was so different, back then just passers by then we found ourselves at college occasional lifts, and the occasional "hi" Yet somehow over time Despite changes life does bring We met again, a Sunday lunch It was like I’d met my kindred being. And ever since that day I can only say we've grown The person you would be to me I never could have known. I never dreamed of such a caring heart Nor the happiness you'd bring Sharing the journey with someone special Somehow made my heart sing You've been one in a million Even though it sounds cliché Its hard to find the words to make you see what I’m trying to say Basically my words are less than my heart is willing to express A joy its been, walking our mile A friendship true - beyond worthwhile.
toni-cezeal
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South African
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
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