Tuesday, March 27, 2007
My Best Friend
Covers wrustle in the night,
Cat scratches at the door
Woken with a fright,
Desperately lonely, my baby's here no more.
Bed is larger all alone,
The walls close in smaller
Touch is gone, but there is the phone
My baby's gone so I call her.
You are my life,
My best friend, my lover, and my muse
Til you come back my wife
I don't have to shop with you for shoes!
I love you baby. Here is the poem for you (smile)
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