Book Of Love Poems.

Imaginary Friend

As I walk along the street, I think about how cool it'd be

To finally meet my secret friend, my secret imaginary friend.

I've always had a crush on you, it's kind of silly I know.

Because the odds of meeting you are very slim it's so.

I keep on walking down the street, I reach out for your hand.

But all that glides between it is the breeze from the night time air.

It brings me back to present day as evening turns to dusk.

I watch the glow of the last rays of sun, as they dance across the sky.

And slowly melts the big round sun as it disappears into the night.

The morning dawns, the sun comes up its time to start the day.

I get up get down on my knees and begin to slowly pray.

I thank God for the summer days. For sunshine, rain, and shade.

And thank him for the gift of life and all the things He's made.

I start my usual morning walk around the village square.

Which takes me by the brick red school with the real old swinging chair.

And who upon the swing should sit, but my secret imaginary friend.

We meet, we talk, we get to play a piano duet for two.

And oh my heart beats rapidly as my dream has finally come true.