A.M.P
Do I tell YouHow I honestly feel
When I knew the price.
You are a friend
Despite what had been between
You will always remain that until the end.
I love you as family and more.
But you are simply a free spirit
In what you have shut the door.
A.M.P
Do I tell YouA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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