Friends?
There is a friend of mine who I can not stop thinking about.
He would be there for me anytime no doubts.
We can sit in silence comfortably,
or we can talk for hours quite easily.
Lately I have been having other thoughts.
The man to me is kind, respectful and sexy without a doubt.
His eyes tell a story of sorrow and pain,
but every once in a while I can see that sparkle again.
It makes me want to get to know his enticing, genuine side.
To get to that; the verocious passion for him I must hide.
I do hope he can feel the warmth, compassion and love I have for him.
Whether we turn out to be lovers of just friends.
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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