Tuesday, September 22, 2009

My Friend


My friend
How I miss the sound of your sweet tender voice
Oh, how I seek to find that part of me, but what is my choice?
Oh, how I miss the times we laugh, until the time we begin to cough
My friend I longed to unite our bond, to the time we see a pond
Such is the warmth of your smile to an extent I end up in a pile.
The greatest pain that I ever have, is losing the one I love.


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