Self-Therapy with Poetry

 

 

 

Friends

I made so many friends
And I'll make plenty more before I'm through
Althought my friends are kind
I know I'll never find a friend like you.


Some friends understand me
And others try to help me when I'm blue
But none can understand me
Or ever really help me just like you

Some friens turn out true
And others go their own way, this I see
But even if they all left me
I know that you would never grow tired of me.

I know I'm very week
And I annoy some people everyday
But you stay by my side
And help me as I travel on my way.
Liz

The Language of Love

The language of love is gentle and kind,
It's good for the body, the soul and mind.
It flows from a soft heart that's tender and free,
It's essential forlife in everybody.


Not everyone knows what true love really is,
It's more than just passion, or a hug and a kiss.
Compassion and patience are part of it's style,
Mercy as well, which we all need in a while.


It's no good having love lest you give it way,
And show by your actions what love is each day.
Love is not bitter,keeps no record of wrongs,
Harmony and peace are for what it longs.
Peter