My sweet loving friend,

I have a lot of words with you to share,
words of love and words of care,
You are not alone, I am here..

But I don’t want you to see signals that I not have send,
I tell you this cause you are my friend,
and I don’t want you to get hurt at the end.

Between us there there can be no thing called romance.
Because I don’t want to loose by any chance,
the friendship we have in advance..

The friendship that allows us to have fun without getting mad,
the friendship that comfort us when one of us is sad,
and to share secrets that you maybe never knew you had.

You are cute and so much fun to be around,
you understand my words without hearing how they sound,
but, I can not give you more than the friend in me that you already found.

Yes its true I love and care for you since the day we meet,
Though this is the closest to you I can get
cause I do not wish you to misunderstand the words I have said.

D.S. June 11th 2001 6:50 PM

Songs heard by the sun,
Danced by the butterflies,
Starting where everything begun,
Rhythm which the bees apprise.

Music carried by the night,
Loved by tears,
Filled with candlelight,
Free of fears.

Words whispered by the wind,
Bouncing on the leafs,
Caressed in a birds mind,
They are promises, of I believe’s.
Made by u and me ….

September 29th 2000 16:55 ©2001 D.S.

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~*~ She left us,  ~*~

~*~*~

The sky is covered with gray and scudding clouds,
which are blowing hard with their invisible mouths,
cold cust of winds right into my face,
Its obvious, summer has left this place.
With elegance and a friendly inner self,
did autumn approached and introduced herself.
She entered her season with composure and forbearance
She transformed the leafs colors into a beautiful appearance.
But, when she saw that we couldn’t appreciate her and her colors of beauty
she lost her calmed and inflamed into a untamable fury.
She grab the trees and shook them until the leafs felt down.
She chased the fallen leafs and colored them brown,
she cried tears of inability and the rain fell down on us.
No longer she showed us her kind and tenderness
Cause now she left us with the days and nights dark and cold.
A new season appeared, chilly destructive and bold.
And its now that we wished that she still was with us here
Now that we are left behind in this invulnerable kingdom called winter.
She is gone she has left us until the next summer gives her back her place.
It’s a long waiting time until she can blow again the wind in our face.

~*~*~

5 October 1999 9:00 PM