My Love, My Friend
He is not perfect,
I am not either,
but we connect,
he is a keeper.
He does not let go,
no matter how angry I get.
Our love continues to grow,
and we have few regrets.
Together through heartache and tears,
his opinion is what matters most in my life.
As we travel through the years,
I want to be a good wife.
To me he is the best,
I thank God that death is not the end.
When I go to my eternal rest,
in Heaven I will see my love, my friend.
That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!
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