The poem you are about to read is from an actual...
Awoken to the sound of a roaring fire...

Too far to exchange a tender touch, though with...
Too far to share the warmth of a kiss, though with...

You sent me Blue Roses one Saturday night
along with a poem endearing and light...

The year has ended with heavenly bliss.
Now its time for my reclusive abyss...

My mind is that of an endless journal
storing all life's knowledge and verse...

So long old friend, its time for you to go
Thru thick and thin and during times of stress...