Having a Friend to Talk Too…
Never does she berate,
Nor does she anger easily,
But get her dander up,
And her power therein shows…
Advice she does give,
About my life I do live,
She seems to find me only,
When I am down and dirty…
Her love for me most true ,
Shows it she does, I never rue,
Protect me she will, as I for her as well do,
She does come to me in dreams,
She never does make me scream,
Nor does she do so to those she does love…
I sit in a special place,
I enjoy her company,
She makes me feel less lonely,
Her presence brings forth relaxation and calm…
She is after all is said and done,
My ocean, my sea, my friend, my only one…
© ed ~ 8/26/04
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around you.
The ocean, though, I can understand well myself. It
is beauty personified...no doubt about it.
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
awwwwwwwwwwww is rene not talking to you? this is a marvelous write of the sea--now, if the sirens call, DO NOT ANSWER. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)