I began to think of when we met the other day,
     of how, as we spent time together,
        we seemed to click some way,
and of you and of the impressions I got,
  though it was just a short time,
           we didn't really talk a lot.
But I felt I met someone gentle and sweet,
                    someone honest and kind,
  some of the things I look for in a friend,
                      but not to often find.
We shared some stories and just talked a while,
  and when I thought of it later it just made me smile.
Yes, and as I think of it still it just makes me smile.


Copyright 2002 by James Amodeo
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