He Thinks Of Me

You are my friend, My very special friend
Who cares about me and comforts my soul.
You wipe away my tears and protect me
from what you see as evil. My good friend.

I know you want to kiss my lips gently.
I know you want to hold me in your arms.
I know you try to take my pain away -
he who causes it is my one true love.

It is your friend. It is my heart. And when
tomorrow begins, it is I who will cry.
It is you who will recognize my pain
and try to make me smile once again.

You constantly try to figure out why
I love him so. There are no answers. There
are no means of a better way for me.
Sometimes I wish you could stay forever,
But you also belong to another.

Christine M. Florio