Men And Women, Friends

and, 'Truth in hers a friendship though thought well out is she, when being such a simple man free thinks a verse about are hills and valleys, friends she says and bushes burn and he tall trees of Romance thinking, he of she full moons upon the grassy hill her eyes the sea reflects the stars and the waves one after the other touch the shore and women can be friends with out a storm too simply put as I, her child she explains to him each answer not the why and men are over their head in foam calmly tossed when she against each rock is cracked and bending down the currant swiftly pushes it away but it floats back.