02-29-2004, 11:01 PM
POEMS ARE THE FRIENDSâ¦
Poems are the Friends we make them
Expressing in words a thought
Of happiness, sadness, caring,
Experience dearly bought.
Poems have their own sweet language
That buds and comes to bloom,
Showing their many colours...
Light in a darkened room.
Poems let us say "I love youâ¦"
Poems let us say "Goodbyeâ¦"
Poems can be strong, or gentle,
Raising a smile or sigh...
For poems are about our living
The road that we, daily, take,
Of Love and of selfless givingâ¦
Poems are the Friends we make!
I lie I steal I cheat So people can feel my LATINO HEAT
Poems are the Friends we make them
Expressing in words a thought
Of happiness, sadness, caring,
Experience dearly bought.
Poems have their own sweet language
That buds and comes to bloom,
Showing their many colours...
Light in a darkened room.
Poems let us say "I love youâ¦"
Poems let us say "Goodbyeâ¦"
Poems can be strong, or gentle,
Raising a smile or sigh...
For poems are about our living
The road that we, daily, take,
Of Love and of selfless givingâ¦
Poems are the Friends we make!
I lie I steal I cheat So people can feel my LATINO HEAT