Poem By James Stewart, Jr.
I know some young ladies, who are sweet and kind.
I hope forever they will be friends of mine.
And if they are troubled, may they confide in me.
Secrets can be kept, for my ears, don't speak.
If an embrace or hug, is there request,
I wouldn't say no, for I do that best.
For these few ladies I will always care,
cause my time, is there time and our time we share.
They're very beautiful, through the eyes on my head,
and I believe, I'll believe that, until I am dead.
For beauty is not only as deep as your skin.
It starts with your heart and that's deep within.