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Of treasures that I value most
This heart that opens when I'm near I enter without chaperone She knows she has no need of fear Though miles apart, I hear her laugh And feel her hand upon my own A close embrace with words she says This tender friendship that has grown As swollen shadows grow with night And cast their pall upon my breast Soft whispers in the dark she speaks That help massage my soul to rest Her words, poetic images Are gifts, they're treasures I will keep She knows they'll not escape the chest To ever give her cause to weep I love this friend for who she is She truly is a work of art I hope these words in some small way Have placed my kiss upon her heart |