2 years ago
It is by chance we met,
by choice we became Friends…
A Confidant?
A Fellow email junkie?
A Shoulder to cry on?
An Ear to listen?
A Heart to feel?...
A Friend is all these things...
No matter where we met, ....
I call you Friend. A word so small...
Yet so large in feeling...A word filled with emotion.
Once the package of friendship has been opened,
it can never be closed...
It is a constant book always written...
Waiting to be read...
And enjoyed.
A part of me is put into my friends...
Some it is my humor...
Some it is my listening ear...
Some it is real life experiences...
Some it is my romanticism...
but with all, it is friendship.
Fame is the scentless Sunflower, with a gaudy crown of gold;
But Friendship is the breathing Rose, with sweets in every fold.
Thanks,for being
my friend!
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