Samantha
My sweet, thoughtful and always concerned pal.
She's truly a great friend.
Someone everybody should have.
Always there to share popcorn.
Kris
One of my favorite friends.
A very sweet and fascinating woman.
A kind heart who's always there for you.
She'll stick with you through thick and thin
Gee...I'm so lucky.
Brian
A big guy with a great big heart.
Cute too!
Always there if you need help
Always concerned.
Always a great guy.
And will always be a great friend
Bryon
Now here's another sweet guy.
Sensitive, funny, thoughtful...
kind and warm.
One great big teddy bear.
Shane
A wonderfully sweet
man.
Spoils me rotten.*giggles*
He's always there for you.
Great sense of humor.
My Champion.
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white
wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
-excerpt from The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran
How do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with
breadth, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and
If God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth B. Browning
Excerpt from "Sonnets of the Portugese"
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