The Rarest Gift
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Barry Middleton
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just once I stole a kiss from you
yet how I love the memory
like alabaster's luscious glow
that was the way you wanted us
I'll say I hate the term just friends
for friendship can't be quantified
as friendship is the rarest gift
with which to grace another soul
and friendship is the truest love
all lovers come and go like May
no one can really own the rose
possession only leads to pain
though fire consumes the autumn leaves
in dreams we are forever young
when I recall our late night talks
and I yet hear your alto voice
examining the whys of life
and bets we both had won or lost
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