My Best Friend, Woman, Love & Sanity
I met her cute as an angel torn out of a story book;
Close to 6ft plus off the floor on high heels.
Prettiest woman I’ve ever met,
With a soul deep in love.
Always there to complete me,
Never too far when I call.
She is my best friend;
Oh! All the sanity left inside of me.
Her smile wets my heart
Like the rain would embrace the earth.
Always there to make everything feel right;
Never scared of trying to make us work.
And without her around,
I would choke.
Just like a man entrapped in dark hallway,
She is all the light that guides me home.
Her voice sweeps in the gold sand of comfort.
Like the cornfields would welcome the birds in summer,
She welcomes my emotion
To a love I’ve never felt before.
Different from the rest,
Best crest on my chest.
Oh! My best friend,
The centre of my every thought.
She engraves herself into me with intimacy.
Understands I’m not perfect,
Yet loves me regardless;
Beautiful from the inside – out.
My best friend, angel, love and confidant.
That voice in my head when all is silent.
My strength everywhere – anywhere.
Oh! All that is sanity in me.
©2011. Phillip Emmanuel O. All Rights Reserved® Exclusive

September 2, 2011 at 10:52 am
Hey man,
Just speaking online with Rita. How are you doing.
Nice poem… I better copy this and send this to my wife (maybe i could have a great weekend—- U know) (smiles)
Miss home man… Keep in touch.
September 2, 2011 at 10:59 am
You are the best writer i know. No contest… U just made me wish some1 would say all these to me.
Hugs.
E’rita