He brings me coffee in the morning
White flowers in the noon
Whispers poetry by moonlight
I love the way he spoons ~ me
He looks in my eyes when I talk
Holds me when I weep
Never tells me not to cry
Protects me as I sleep
He loves me
And he is my friend
Friendship on Fire
Friendship on Fire
He loves me
And he is my friend
Friendship on Fire
Friendship on Fire
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