Poem

A year older you are,

but i think just as far.

Our thinking on par.

An understanding we've barred

away from prying eyes

and from much vice we survive.

Keeping ourselves from falling

into the deep trap of adolescent love,

we achieve a support and fearlessness

of life's overwhelming challenges,

Full of temptations and deceptions,

by searching into each other's eyes,

to find that shinning light

to tell us we did right

or that we're fingering life's dice.

I know that you line is always open in the night,

to help me through the blight,

to make the wrongs right.

But I know I only have to search inside,

to find that fight

and woman's might

that i have in me.

I just need someone to show me.

Someone to set me free...