Every day with you, completely unique in itself,
another treasure learned, stored up in that shelf.
A shelf of memories, to which you are the key,
a shelf of treasures, shared between you and me.

Your friendship, my world, each and every day,
your paths cross mine in almost every way.
This magnetism, drawing us closer with every word,
slowly drawing us into each other’s world.
Unsure the future, my hand I put in yours,
together my dear, we shall open those doors.
Where they lead, only the future knows,
but as they’re opened this budding friendship grows.

To you, my dear, my life’s an open book,
for you, the past the present, all with just one look.
Where before, the boundaries have stood so long and still,
your touch, your presence, disolve them all you will.

© 06/03/01 TJW