You sat me down
and cleaned my dirty feet.
Like Jesus
you turned around
and took my breath away.
You showed me mercy
and perfect love.
You, like my Savior,
gave me a reason to smile.
What a friend
to mend the hole,
to sew up the tear
that you made.
What a friend ...
and for all you are,
I love you.
(2001)
Note: This was written after I graduated high school about a guy I'd gone to school with for years (think 3rd grade through graduation) and he played piano at my Catholic church but was not Catholic. We had many great discussions one summer and I came to realize that I loved him very much. He told me that he'd had a crush on me for years but as we got to know each other he realized that we were not meant to be together in any way other than as friends. He handled it very diplomatically and was very sweet about it. He's just about the only person I've ever met who is capable of that conversation! So this is for RM.
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