Okay... my friend wrote this poem, and requested me to put it on here(well... more like begged when I said no the first time... I just can't say no to my best friend(Whom I also consider my other half))

<center>There was a hill, a green green hill,
Where I used to run,
Umongst bird and bees,
And apple trees
And watch the setting sun.

There was a creek, a merry creek
That ran down that hill side.
And there I'd play;
And there I'd lay,
And watch the miniature tides.

There was a horse, a wild black horse,
That used to apear,
And I'd run aside
And sometime I'd Ride,
For I never felt any fear.

And on nights' full-mooned nights,
There would appear a lady
With red hair,
And skin so fair,
And green eyes sad to see.

Now this mystic green, green hill
Lives only in my dreams,
And the lady's red hair
In the moon's gentle glare,
Reminds me of a friendship that gleams.

I have a friend, a wonderful friend,
But this is what I see,
An amazing girl,
Proud and strong,
Who means the world to me...</center>

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08