Wrote this about my dear friend who became my boyfriend |
It's so hard to find the perfect breeze, One blowing none too hard nor soft, Carrying a scent of wild flowers, And moving clouds about aloft. It's so hard to find the perfect sky, One blue and deep and bright, Carrying a sense of openness With geese and wrens in flight. It's so hard to find the perfect night, One warm, quiet and unflawed, Carrying a mood of solitude, And a closeness to our God. Yet no perfection's so hard to find As that which you extend And none I'll ever treasure more, Than to simply be your friend. It's so hard to find the perfect breeze, One blowing none too hard nor soft, Carrying a scent of wild flowers, And moving clouds about aloft. It's so hard to find the perfect sky, One blue and deep and bright, Carrying a sense of openness With geese and wrens in flight. It's so hard to find the perfect night, One warm, quiet and unflawed, Carrying a mood of solitude, And a closeness to our God. Yet no perfection's so hard to find As that which you extend And none I'll ever treasure more, Than to simply be your friend. "If you can not find a measure of happiness in being loved it is not the fault of the one who loves you." |