He's WildeA Poem by ~The Queen~For a friend only dreamt of.When you think of friend, what comes to mind? Well to me it's your family and lover combined. They are there through thick and thin, Why, sometimes they can ever be your kin.
Well this man that I am talking about today, Has touched my heart in a very special way. He reads my crap and likes my words, While at school I am one of the nerds.
Yes, he reads the stuff that I call art, And he says, "You have to have some place to start". I believe him when he says "Your a good writer" And let me tell you, my smile couldn't get brighter.
My heart goes out to the people he loves, May they stay forever, little white doves. There are always messages in his writing, Most of which can be very exciting.
So here I go, I'm going to try, Though I have a tendency to be very shy. If you love someone, don't let them go, They love who you are, just so you know.
If ever have to say goodbye, Step back a ways so they can fly. I have no intention of letting him go, Heck, I haven't even gotten through Hello.
This is for a very special man. Wildecat. My first friend here and the first in my heart, all your comment and poems are greatly appreciated. November 26___2008
© 2008 ~The Queen~Author's Note
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Added on November 26, 2008Author~The Queen~Welland, CanadaAboutPoems are the gateway to the heart and the soul. It's taken me far too long to realize this. Anything further just send a message or join my group and you'll find out. more..Writing
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