Wednesday, October 3, 2007

NEW friends

Out of my new found friends
You are the best.
There's something about you
Which is more loyal than the rest.

For some strange reason
I can put more trust in you
No matter what I say
You will always be true.

And I am thankful for
All the time we can share
But I'm also missing
All the time you weren't there.

So I'll just have to settle
For us starting out new
Our companionship will grow strong
Many things it will see us through

So just as a remembrance
Of the friendship in seed
Take this poem, keep it safe
It will reassure you indeed

'Coz this relationship means a lot,
It simply wont break apart
And even if we drift away
You will always remain in my heart.

ME, only me

I am only me,that is all that I can be
No more,no less, no second guess,

I love,I laugh,I live and I cry
I 've wished at times, that I could die,

Some days I 'm jubilant, others I'm not,
sometimes I'm in overdrive and can't stop

I am a loyal and honest friend,
You know that I'll be there until the end

My Mother and Father are my greatest gift,
The smiles on their faces always gives me a lift

My brother is also among a chosen few,
who gives me gifts without a cue

I am romantic, sensual, and passionate too,
to the love of my life, I'll share this with you

I can be sweet and shy or sassy and bold,
I'm quite a handful, or so I've been told

I am not perfect, I do have my faults,
like when I get scared I put up high walls

Or I'm not as forgiving, as I'd sometimes like to be,
because when I am hurt, its quite deeply

My logic is all my own, at times misunderstood,
because I don't (always) do things for my own good

I have many facets, like a diamond you see
I am what I am and its only me.

LOVE

Loneliness had its pleasures,
An old strange book,a bird's bright wing
A task complete - such simple treasures,
Now to our common hoard I bring.

The scent of rain, the leaves soft falling
In Autumn nights;plain country fare;
A child's swift question, or its calling
To some discovery to share.

My loves were such as need not fret you
Each incomplete, a jigsaw part:
These things I loved before I met you
Are yours now: given with my heart.