** I just want to say that this poem about my two...
Big, smelly, stinky, annoying, and tall...
Can anyone give too much to another,
is there a limit on the amount...
Alone is to be as one,
to be apart is two...
What makes it worth our while?
To live in a world of pain...
No hard feelings,
No pain or heavy chest...
In the night I sit alone and think how small is my...
And to think of you, and your touch, just my mind...
I know your favorite color
The exact shade of green...
We are all born with potential,
The wings necessary to take flight...
Close to you I want to be
yes, for all eternity...
A kiss so simple,
emotions bursting wide...
In my dream
I live with you...
I stare at the sky trying to count the stars,
Started over a hundred times by now...