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So, Elizabeth Jennings spoke for me!


"I fear it's very wrong of me
And yet I must admit
When someone offers friendship
I want the whole of it.
I don't want everybody else
To share my friends with me.
At least I want one special one
Who indisputably,
Likes me much more than all the rest
Who's always on my side,
Who never cares what others say
Who lets me come and hide
Within his shadow, in his house -
It doesn't matter where -
Who lets me simply be myself,
Who's always, always, there."

Comments

UjjwalRaaj said…
"You cannot fake anything if you are writing serious poetry"

I first read that quote of hers when I was 11. Tremendous woman she was.
Dandelion said…
oh she is...
i read this poem when i was teaching it to my student off his english book and i just got caught up in it!

so simple, yet she covers everything a friend would want, and a friend should give!
so true..I lucked on having good friends. I just hope I am a good friend to them too!!
we all do, even those who might have said sharing is caring. My friend? I want all for myself. :D

Simple thought, nice rhyming scheme, and a nice poem.

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Dandelion said…
Blasphemous Aesthete: we're all selfish wen it cums to things we want...after all friends are people that'll change our whole life..there's no comprimising on dat now, is der?

bollywoodstylediaries: think of it dis way...dey wouldnt be stil der wid you if u werent a good frnd to dem!

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