MY SPECIAL FRIEND
Isn’t it funny
How some special people
Don’t realize they are special at all?
They’re thoughtful
Without even thinking about it.
They’re always right there
When you call
They share, not expecting
A thing in return
Yet always seem richer
For giving—
Isn’t it lovely how
Those special people
Can teach us
So much about living!
You’re one of those Special People
Thanks for being my friend
LOVE POEM
Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
