He Walks As a Friend
I know a man,
only by his heart,
I read his words,
my eyes can't part.
He holds such mystery,
yet gentle inside,
he comforts me,
and each tear I cry.
Soothing words,
come across my screen,
in my shoes,
he walks as a friend.
Pure as gold,
strong as steel,
he will be right here,
this man we call Bell.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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