Monday, November 4, 2013

Unmeasured

My first memories of you
show reflections of a
shy and anxious look.
You were ready to grow
but did not know the way..
"Be my friend" were the
words that started our journey.
Many people have traveled
with me since I met you.
Some stay minutes, while
others linger through
passing seasons.
Somehow you're different
from the rest.
For you have become
more than my friend
you are my purpose in life
my reason for being.
Many miles are behind us now.
We have both changed.
Our growth cannot be measured,
neither can our love.

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