I ask of you, yet another favor-
Let no one be your judge,
Or take advantage of your kindness-
Leaving you to hold a grudge.
Let no one steal from you your helpfullness-
Or rob you of your soft heart,
Or use you "til you're bitter-
Or push you to fall apart.
Your gifts you've shared so freely-
Asking nothing in return,
Only hoping for that trust-
You so dearly do deserve.
Many will take for granted-
The "you" they have to turn to,
Only once have I met an angel-
Sulteza, It is YOU!
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This page was last updated on January 17, 2001
This page was last updated on January 17, 2001