Bank eroded by wat'ry hand
river current ripples sinewed...
I feel like me in dream
a dream that i were always afraid of...
Your never far from my heart but
The distance makes me feel like its been a...
As I held my pen,
I molded in my mind...
I wished to title this poem
Something sincere, something genuine...
Every girl needs that guy,
if not to fall in love with...
Reflection is only natural
when you have no expectation...
There is an angel that I know
and hold close to my heart...
Trust is some thing strong,
so hard to give to others...
My good friend. you have been through satins fire...
It's true how people say distance doesn't affect...
until recently, that wasn't something I really...
You provide the lined paper and I am the pen,
anything and everything we could ever want to be...