Monday, May 18, 2009

mind wash

A Friend Most True© Wendy Hinson 04.03.99
I need to know if you’re my true friend,will you be by my side until the end?Can I tell you my secrets deep,and trust them in your heart you’ll keep?We are neither of us without our flaws,can you accept mine as I will yours?I’ll be a shoulder to cry on when you’re blue,will you be there for me when I need you?No matter how busy I will make time for you,if you are busy will you make time for me too?I will take your hand and comfort your tears,will you hold me and soothe my fears?I will give you joy and many warm smiles,can we share that even across many miles?I will not forget what’s important to you,will you remember what’s important to me too?With you my most favourite things I’ll share,If only I know do you truly care?If you can accept me as I do you,then I will know you are a friend most true.
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TOUCH MY HEART© Cheryl
Do you know how I feel when you touch my heartCan you hear me cry inside at your silent embraceDo you see the fear I keep hidden awayCan you feel the pain I never show
I can't help but smile when you touch my heartYou can't know the warmth it brings meI can't bring myself to share the loveYou can't see the hope in my soul
If only I too touch your heartI only try to ease your fearsIf only I could help as muchI only wish I were as true
Do you know you touch my heartI love you being in my lifeDo you feel the way I doDo you know you touch my heart
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"This poem is dedicated to my music teacher, who has been my biggest inspiration, and who has become my best friend. Through lots of fights and after getting into lots of strife, we've shown that professional barriers and age can't stand in the way of special friends."
A LETTER TO A FRIEND...Anon

You reign above each one I know with the love I will forever bearThe love of thanks and admiration from the depths of a heart that carries life twelve years too late.
If comfort, strength and inspiration come from heaven, then you ny friend, are an angel
"Friend", such a word that carries not few enough meanings - these meanings of which in circumstance we can not agree.
"Friend", I sit and question in the darkness of light . . .the lightness of day . . . but still will see, will hope, will make believe much more than your practical theory - the truth
I understand but cannot accept the locks and bars of professionalism.
I long not for the games, but the closeness of a companionship with the one who understands my dreams, and is a constant reminder of who I want to be.
Friends shake their heads, they say I've changed.I though, am nodding, and I raise my hand to a teacher as a student always should, not stepping out of line, not calling out loud.
From a "friend" and student.

Monday, April 13, 2009