Out of a friendship.
Our love did grow.
We were not looking.
We did not ask.
Friends is what
we were.
Nothing more.
But, then in time.
The fires began to glow.
Without saying a word.
You would know.
My every thought.
Touch my very soul.
With a touch.
A kiss and
sweet tenderness.
Everlasting love.
From a friendship
did grow.
© "mcrep" 1998
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