A Retir'D Friendship

Poem By Katherine Philips

My soul has been touched
An angel in human form
His voice like a birds song
His touch like a feather
Never had i dreamt of love so true
He leads me to happiness
He gives me strength
His love has power
Beyond life or death

My life on the edge
Until my angel flew in
Thankful forever
To my true love

Comments about A Retir'D Friendship

Amanda, I sincerely hope you'll always be a romantic. Scepticism is easy to fall into and hard to get out of. Cheers, Jerry


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