One day, I'll write a poem,
that captures my true thoughts;
I'll then surprise myself,
by words that I have wrought.
Nothing too elaborate,
nothing too mundane;
an emotion of the heart,
to keep me sound and sane.
The touch of wind upon the cheek,
the hide and seek of shade;
the chirp of birds and people,
the music that we've played.
The laugh of happy children,
the joy of loving souls;
each upon an unknown stage,
with varied, different roles.
The love that is forever,
the kindness of  a friend;
the bond that's never broken,
the tie that never ends.