The funny thing is that quote I heard spoken just last Thursday. I was walking to the corner store minding my own business and I notice this delivery truck zooming around the surrounding blocks evidentaly looking for an address. Seemed to be in quite a hurry.
The funny part was after circling twice the place where he stopped had a pretty large flag/banner type thing staked in the front lawn.

I was thinking “what an idiot” how could he miss the house with the Rental agencies for rent sign.
he jumps out and as he is walking up to some guy doing maintenance on the property that says “I saw you circle the block a couple of times” (exactly what I was thinking)
Then the driver says, “I feel like an idiot for not seeing the Acorn rental sign, I was too busy looking for numbers”

ha ha. I was just thinking he was an idiot too.

Anyway the point of this ramble was after he exchanged these very few words and I think exchanged business cards I hear the maintenance guy say,
“Damn! she has some really good friends! hope she realizes that”

The guy just smiled, jumped into the truck “Thank you for waiting til 4″

then headed off like he was late for some other delivery.

Anyway Just like I hope that girl knew how good of a friend she has…

I sincerely hope your friend realizes it too.

Sorry for the comment being longer than your post

two lovely pieces of poetry that a magician might use in the grand finale of a show that is nothing less than a display of performed miracles. This final miracle is seen as the two lovely pieces of poetry are shown without anything hidden. Seeing is believing that upon close inspection there is no possible way these two poetic puzzle pieces could fit each other. They cannot be two parts of the same puzzle.

however

when placed next to each other upon touching edges they do in fact fit. So perfectly that once meshed together the two pieces are one. As one peace there is no longer a discernible division. The magic in the miracle is then revealed when next it is shown that the two pieces can still be individuals. In an effortless fluid motion they let go to again be two distinct pieces.

The process of joining then allowing an individual existence has no limit.

So actually I guess my opinion is one, two, and even possibly three poems

“I love you” is a lie if it means I won’t make you get out of the street with the 18 wheeler coming..

sometimes “you don’t have to change” is an act of hate, not love