When you look upon these words
or this face
or hear this voice
or feel my touch,
know that I am more than a lover
that looks for enamored glances,
and the happiest of times.
I am more.
I am a friend.
One that will brave cold stares,
and the most frustrating of times.
One that sees past the gruff exterior
to the little boy inside waiting.
That dear boy has my heart.
Sometimes he is hard to see.
But the little girl inside of me,
knows he's there
and longs to hold his hand
and be dragged off to a game he wants to play.
He waits there
behind your eyes holding a flashlight
that when lit - sparkles -
through your iris pools to brighten
And my little girl,
who never learned to wait,
places a kiss on your cheek-if only with words.
My friend, I love you.
And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
[This message has been edited by dvlishimp (edited 01-08-2000).]