Love Poem: Rich Me
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Written by: Leon Stacey

Rich Me

I had a friend who made me rich,
Not just with money, cars or things;
But she was all I ever wanted
And all I never knew I needed.

She took away much loneliness
And gave me love, comfort, joy.
Her mind was clean; her heart was pure.
We never touched erotically.

Though we cuddled, we never kissed.
We would hold each other close
And give each other true advice
To last a lifetime lived apart.

She helped me shop for perfect gifts
And helped me see what women think.
She kept me grounded; I lifted her
To the place where she belonged.

We ate together, laughed together;
We played and studied and rode together.
I became her minister, her encourager;
She became deep wells of thought.

She loved my writing; I loved her words.
Like poetry they were to my ears.
She once accused me of sticking 'round
Just to get ideas to pen.

I put away my pens and papers;
However, she still liked my poems.
She also liked my art and photos;
She bought one at my opening.

How sweet she was; how dear she was.
I thought that I could do no wrong-
At least not to my dearest friend,
Who made me rich in everything.