It was just her and me
We were alone
Wanting to be closer, if that was possible
Her smile reminding me
That she is my friend
Someone who respects me
Trusts enough to risk being seen
With just a smile
The same one,
She has shared with me
Since the moment we met
She is the same
She is a woman
Her smile reminding me
That I want her as a friend more,
than a memory.
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Reviewed by Amy Lynn Kampmier (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2005
This is so beautiful it breaks my heart, I can't help but read it over and over again.
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