One word, two words, a millions and two words
No number, nor number of words could express
The kind of warmth that my heart feels
When I think about my friends
Pure of heart
Pure in intention
No comparisons made
No secret longings to best the other
Their souls are like gardens
and the wind flows through these gardens and brings life to those who are blessed to be acquainted,
With the sweet aroma that is their spirits
I can see their smiling faces and know,
That I am loved.
2 comments:
i'm going to assume i'm one of the "friends" and say a great big: THANK YOU.
you're a special one, you are.
love you ky
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