Jun 2012
I will never amount to your deft hands
The life you lend to art lives on, withstands
The standard of beauty, the test of eyes
Beginning with the heart, ending with sighs
Have no mercy on them, those observant
Let them into your soul, burn them fervent
With your passion guide your marks unperturbed
Allow life into your hands, undisturbed
You were my only companion, my friend
My only ally on which to depend
The only one who read my precious prose
You were always my favorite desert rose
The life you lend to art lives on, withstands
The standard of beauty, the test of eyes
Beginning with the heart, ending with sighs
Have no mercy on them, those observant
Let them into your soul, burn them fervent
With your passion guide your marks unperturbed
Allow life into your hands, undisturbed
You were my only companion, my friend
My only ally on which to depend
The only one who read my precious prose
You were always my favorite desert rose
There's only a finite amount of friends you'll have, and even more finite than that will those friends turn out to be completely worthy of your trust and companionship. Sometimes you find that someone that shares your pain in the most organic way possible and for that I am grateful to Jill.
