There came a day,
When I met you.
A friendship was born
That we both pursued .
A special bond
That quickly grew.
It was lovely and grand,
And all brand new.
Through caring and sharing,
We learned to be
The best of friends.
Yes, you and me.
Even through tears,
The sun shines through.
Without your warmth,
What would I do?
Thank you, my friend,
For being there;
Two lives growing together,
That we will always share.
© 2002 by Joyce Grantham
joyyg@peoplepc.com
