I belive that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
As pure as the winter's first snow, you are,
A vision of innocence blessed from afar.
Sent to this earth for us all to love,
A cherished, adorable, gift from above.
A child of the angels and god child to me,
The dearest of treasures there ever could be.
~~ Genie Graveline ~~