Of no particular kind.
Poet of Love?
Poet of Hate?
Poet of a new kind.
Your written words are bittersweet.
But to not hear them is to be dead.
Your expressed emotions are the air which I need to breathe.
Your poetry is engraved, like stone.
On my heart, my mind, my soul.
May your gift live on!
- S. Boudreau
As does your soul's tears.
I am here to comfort you
And ease your inner fears.
I will guide and protect you,
In your vulnerable times.
I will help you find your way.
I will be there as a true friend
Your tears and pain will be gone,
For I will take them and give you hapiness.
Don't worry about where they go,
It is only for me to know.
Give me your problems, pain and tears,
I will help.
I will make the clouds go away.
Just come to me
And I will be there.
-S. Boudreau
