This is a poem from my couisn Shellys,a friend of HErs from a long time ago.
Personalize your message here....Personal Paper Air-Plane
I am your personal air-plane that glides to different winds. I fly to know that we are the best of friends. You throw me high so I may glide, but yet to fall and hear your soft sigh.
You walk along the grassy land, and pick me up to take a different wind. I may stay up longer than before, as you stand to watch me fly and soar.
Oh, shall I find an ever wind, that I won't have to fall again?
I am your personal air-plane that glides to different winds. I fly to know that we are the best of friends. You throw me high so I may glide, but yet to fall and hear your faint sigh.
Oh, how I wish you could stay by my side, to run along and watch me glide. Your friendship I want to be mutual, forever and always so full.
You keep me in the air when you're by my side, I float on a cloud as I fly. You show me God's grace as you help me in this world that I must face.
You've been so helpful, yet so far away, I wish you could be here, be here to stay.
It's a windy season, when I fall that's the reason. Too many things can build up inside, all this can shake me when I glide. That's why I wish you could stay by my side, to keep me still as I fly.
I know you can't always be there to pick me up where you have thrown me. I understand, can't you see. It's a dream I hope will come true, 'cause you're a dear friend. I love you.
Mark McConnell - 198?
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