Strolling through the park, the sunlight caresses her lovely face, I look into her eyes and I lose all sense of time and space, lost in a moment I hope will never end, and I think to myself, I’m so glad that she’s my friend : Her accent drives me crazy, that sweet sultry voice, We would be one forever and ever, if I had my choice, And I think this thought, again and again, I truly am glad that she’s my friend : A calming presence, warm and serene; beauty, with a personality that’s rarely seen, A killer smile or that little girl grin, so glad, so glad she is my friend : She stirs loves’ cauldron deep within my heart, Funny and sincere, silly and smart, and as I bring this short poem to its’ inevitable end, I’ll always be glad, That She is My Friend.

Larrie Alexander