We write each other every day,
On that we can depend.
I so look forward to his mail,
He's become my closest friend.
Sometimes we chat 'bout little things;
Sometimes we dig real deep----
Into our present, past and future
Precious secrets we will keep.
He makes me smile, he warms my heart,
He's very nice you see.
He's sweet, he's kind and gentle;
He's this and more to me....
I know we'll never come to know,
To see, to touch, to feel--
We're tied in fact to others,
This fact is very real.
And yet we'll always be together;
Even though we're far apart.
He'll always have a "special place"
Loved him almost from the start..
Poem: © PCE 1998
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