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Monday, March 13, 2006

im bored, so i decided to read up some poems and i changed some things here and there to describe what i feel:
I saw the way you look at me,
in-between hello and goodbye.
What was the reason?

When I first saw you,
I couldn’t speak.
Now when I see you,
My knees get weak.
My heart starts to melt,
And I get this feeling inside,
that makes my body start to shake.

You have a smile,
and that smile,
they draw me back
So sweet, intense and clear

When i'm about to fall asleep,
I think of love,
And what it can do.
Then my mind goes blank,
And all I think about is you.

Whatever I do
I can't change what you think of me
Therefore,
I'm leaving this in the hands of fate.

Friendship:
It is by chance we met, by choice we became friends.
Friendship is a strange thing--- we find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives, things we don't even share with our families who raised us.
But what is a friend?
A confidant?
A lover?
A fellow email junkie?
A shoulder to cry on?
An ear to listen?
A heart to feel?...
A friend is all these things...and more. No matter where we met, I call you friend. A word so small yet so large in feeling, a word filled with emotion.
It is true great things come in small packages. Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed. It is a constant book always written waiting to be read and enjoyed. We may have our disagreements, we may argue, we may concern one another, friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all.
A part of me is put into my friends, some it is my humor, some it is my listening ear, some it is real life experiences, some it is my romanticism but with all, it is friendship.
Friendships forged are a construct stronger than steel built as a foundation, necessary for life and necessary for love.
Friends----you and me
You brought another friend and then there were 3. We started our group. Our circle of friends and like that circle There is no beginning or end...

Friendship is a Golden Chain,
The links are friends so dear,
And like a rare and precious jewel
It's treasured more each year...

It's clasped together firmly
With a love that's deep and true,
And it's rich with happy memories
and fond recollections, too...

Time can't destroy its beauty
For, as long as memory lives,
Years can't erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives...

For friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But to have an understanding friend
Is worth far more than gold...

And the Golden Chain of Friendship
Is a strong and blessed tie
Binding kindred hearts together
As the years go passing by.

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