From: Shirley Nojest
To: …..

Oh friend, ya know
I love ya so
I can’t say the words inside.

You can’t let yours out-
and I won’t do without
your hands on my cheeks
again.

It will never be fair,
run your hands in my hair..
do you feel what I
want you to say?

I always know what you need.
You never fail– make me plead
..in my pitiful rhyming ways.

Love me back - it’s not treason,
don’t think voice of reason.

i think,..
i loved you first.