yes,my friend,I took you in,
you asked my page,yours to lend,
lead me down yer darkest wind,
love me as a special friend,
this time we seek,and not be weak,
into fields flower,upon th' hour,
time heals all wound,is power,
let it flow,your poems to know,
even if it's a lil' sour,
you give of you,thru hearts tower,
proud am I,to be your friend,
let's make it to our final end.....M.

I FEAR you not,my sweet friend, and so this I do send.
A man of means, yes you are. But it's not about wealth, by far.
A kind heart doth' you have, I have seen it. Yet with some fury, we
must admit.
Does he hide behind his works, or does he enjoy his art? Only HE knows
what IS truely in his heart.
What does he seek? Is it strong or is it meek?
Is it love or admiration, is his heart filled with violation?
What is it you search for my sweet friend? I will help you, my Dear,
with what ever I may lend.

Good night Michael... Sweeeeet dreams.

OH.. by the way, Michael.. this had nuthin' to do with the poem up
there^. It had to do with sumthin' else you stated in another forum.

Thanks Michael....I'm diggin it