Girls

She smiles at me.
And it brightens my day.
Gives me a hug.
And I feel a little better.

She has quite a crush on me.
Likes to pounce me.
Never know when she'll strike.
And she likes to kiss me.

She's a long lost friend.
Means a lot to me.
Haven't seen her in years.
And I miss her.

She's bright and cheerful.
Always smiling.
Carries a sun in the smile.
She's an instant friend.

She's like a mom to me.
Just seems like one.
She may try to deny it.
But it's true.
And she's sweet.

She's a sister.
Can be quite mischievous.
Has a lot of energy.
Tells me that she loves me.

She puts me at ease.
I feel quite comfortable around her.
Peace comes and visits.
I can be myself.

She's beautiful.
I love her smile.
She wears it always.
I'm glad I got to know her.

She's quite a gal.
I'm quite fond of her.
Has a lot of beauty within.
It makes her shine.

She takes me out on dates.
I quite enjoy them.
Don't know what she sees in me.
But I enjoy our time together.

She claims she's no beauty.
But I know otherwise.
Why can't she see it?
It's plain to others.

She's a charming gal.
I love to tease her.
But she's doesn't mind.
Gives as good as she gets.

She's a sweetie.
I know I amuse her.
But I don't mind at all.
We like each other.

She's special.
I can see the pain inside.
I'm her friend.
I enjoy her company.

She makes me smile.
Always so cheerful.
Seems she likes to see me smile.
She's quite happy.

She's awesome.
And thinks I am too.
I want to see her smile.
And be there for her.


Morris Cox
August 14-15, 1998