Cathrine's Poetry Pages Thoughts to a Friend A loving friend, A friend who's loved, You are that. Friend Lover, Lover Friend. Friend, I love you! Please, Don't run! This love confuses me, It came without fanfare, No cupids darts, No skyrockets. It‘s like my old faded jeans, Or my maybe my most comfortable shoes. You fit me. Like you were "made" for me. I am at my best with you. You make no demands. No criticism. Being with you, I feel peaceful, at home, Like I belong there. What is it between us, Friend. What is Lasting Love anyway? We both loved before. Was it lasting, easy, comfortable? Could we say the things and accept The thoughts from "Them" We accept from each other? I understand you. It is as if in another world our Spirits Had shared so much before. Like the fate of the Gods binds us, Not some paper and spoken words. Do these feelings scare you? They do me some. Commitment hurts; My past has told me, But I can not hide what I feel- Not committed, but too close To find so much to please me And still be denied the happiness this could bring . Happiness is as illusive as love. So we should grab it when we can And be glad for what crumbs end in our hand. Thank you Dear Friend, for the crumbs, And the incredible pleasure, And for letting me ramble!