I search for words, that express my mind,
As I, reply, to a friend of mine:
Whether letter, e-mail or spoken word,
I'll make sure, each word is heard.

It seems sometimes, that time stands still,
As I grasp for words, from this old Mill:
Somehow the clock, keeps ticking on,
With no completion, this hour is gone.

The wheels are turning once again,
The gears are grinding, as when I begain;
Each Friend is special, and theres no doubt!
We rejoice in knowing, it's love, that counts.