EKT Writes Poetry and More

I see her as an angel
Even though I know she’s not
She has that spiritual aura
So many people just do not

I think she is quite special
Which is very lucky you see
For I can be a friend to her
Just as she is to me

She is so much like a rose
Whose petals are soft to touch
But, really the rose aroma
Is what I like so much

Her aroma fills my being
As I listen to her speak
The words are precious moments
I will continually seek

Friends like her are rare, you see
As rare as it can be
I am so glad that she is she
And, is a friend to me