A poem.

Posted on June 4, 2008 by Stuart| Leave a comment

A friends boss is soon getting married, I just did a small verse;

Give me your hand, give me your eyes.

We shall never say our good byes.

True love doesnt soften.

It doesnt come often.

I love you and can now dry my cries.

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