About the Poem
It's hard to describe, in just a few paragraphs, a friendship that grew over the course of two years from simple acquaintances to best friends. In spite of our differences, and they were many, we became almost inseparable. Rarely a day went by, and never a week, without spending intensive amounts of time together. Doing things that best friends do.
Angela lived with Charlie during much of that first two years, and I had been seeing Susan exclusively for over three years. No one understood our strange friendship, least of all us. But they accepted, because we gave them no choice. Angela and I were, well, Angela and I. We vowed to never let mere love come between our friendship with each other.
Imagine my horror when I realized I was, slowly and inexorably, falling in love with Angela. That was four years ago. And I think I knew, even then, that though the love each of us felt for others could never hurt us, the love we were finding for each other could only destroy something precious in our friendship.
Words Are Not Enough
|by Ron Carnell|
|The words "I miss you" can not display
The depths of how I care.
The words "I want you" do not betray
The extent of what I dare.
The words "I need you" can not convey
The extent of my prayer.
The words "I love you" do not portray
The heights of my err.