Friends.
To say I need you is not true,
nor if I said I love you.
For we are just friends,
looking to a means for an end.
So if we stay the way we are,
we might just make it to the registrar.
But if things should not go to plan,
I would still be the same young man.
and you would be the woman so fair,
with sparkling eyes and golden hair.
Copyright © Carl Dunford | Year Posted 2008
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