I met you when I was just one year of age.
Carefully put together with many stiches of cotton.
You've seen me through the good and bad.
Sitting on my bed, never looking sad.
Even though I feed you with all my grief.
You stick by me and never say a word.
Always listening, never complaining.
That one day you maybe might cry.
From listening to all of my girl problems...
Even though your a guy.
This Poem is dedicated to my teddy-bear who has always listened to me when I was feeling down.
