Is it fate when you fly into my heart. Is it a circle that is only plain to see? at my expense I would always smile when you walk into a room. Let me hold you close to the friendship I have to offer. Let me enjoy your smile that other are so lucky to see. Lets get close and take our next adventure to the next level of fun and excitement.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2010 01:38
- Category: Friendship
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No! you will NOT win if you disagree with me on this!!!
How in the world could you paint such a romantic and sweet invitation with the perfectly accompanying picture and call it only "friendship"? I'll agree with you on this....it is forever friendship that can only exist between the two who meet hearts over it.
Ha, I knew friendship was sweet and tender and true, but to taste it romantically is your aim and I am learning to think it might work....maybe, but I still don't accept the last fellow who called himself only a friend and thought he could then kiss me....NOway! That is for something so much deeper than the seeming casual term "friends"!
Alright, and now that I have been so very foolish and naughty to say so, I shall try to be good or better from now on......
This is for you sweet M.
Friendship is only a thought once disagreed with, and you little miss Cheeky is a ball of fire only to play with but not put out.
I like how you argue with my words that I say, you are too cute and a friendship to love.
Thank you for your smile a true friend only gives, you may be a stranger but you sure are something that I can't put my finger on.
Delightful! Now YOU are sweet! And you ARE romantic! Hahaha! Now this poem is even more a favourite of mine than initially.....oh! how romantic!
la, I wish it was for real, not just sweet words on a page.....
My words are not always for a page, I truly think you are a world of beautiful words, and with that the rest of you can easily take my breath away.
Remember sweet Missy you are real and not here to bubble gum my words, I'm happy that you are the way you are, and that is why you are loved always.
La, you are sweet....I just cannot make sense of you.
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