Frenchee

Frenchee

I met you for the first time on Pride Day
A blonde hair beauty, what else can I say
You were standing there with Satin and Lee
All of a sudden I felt weak in the knees
You had a beautiful smile on your face
The type that make's a heart race
When I feel sad I think of that day
A beautiful smile that chases the blues away
Just knowing you has put a song in my heart
Which no one on Earth could ever tear apart
I'm glad that we have become friends
I hope and pray that it never ends
I wanted to give you something you can call your own
So I wrote for you this very special poem
Without knowing you gave so much to me
This poem will always be called Frenchee

June 1999