My Guardian Angel

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  • Friendship

    My Guardian Angel

    Sun will come again today and shine bright
    A new friend has come into my life
    This person is making me feel that things will be alright
    Just as I was about to give up
    Don't lose that connection we have found tonight
    We were meant to cross paths this night
    There is a God somewhere in this universe
    I thought I had lost touch with my spiritual side
    You helped bring me out of a dark time
    Thanking you is something that is on my mind
    So don't disappear from my radar yet
    Our friendship is going to be great I'll bet

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    scarlet commented on My Guardian Angel

    10-02-2009

    absolutely beautiful, friendship is rare true friendship is nearly extinct. I love your writing

    boomboom56

    10/03/2009

    Thank you Miss Scarlet. I have enjoyed your writings. Don't stop.

    mgsouthard64 commented on My Guardian Angel

    10-02-2009

    Well my true friend, if this is about me i greatly appreciate it. It has brought tears to my eyes and heart. I didn't know anyone thought about me like that. All that I am a good friend to someone who was about to give up on life, but i was there to catch you when you was falling. I really do appreciate your thoughts and kindness that you wrote about me. I will treasure this with all my heart and soul. You are one of my best friends. thank\s again, my dearest friend, I am here for you.

    boomboom56

    10/03/2009

    This is my gift to you. Thanks pretty lady.

    1990lh commented on My Guardian Angel

    10-01-2009

    very nice a true friendship that sounds like very beauitful i'm glad you have someone to help u got of dark times i know how that is i relate with u on this excellent job boom. :0)

    boomboom56

    10/02/2009

    Thanks young lady.

    A 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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