syarina:CIRCLE OF FRIENDS

By change we met
By choice we became friends
Friendship
Is a strange thing
We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives
Things we don’t even
Share with our families
Who raised us
But what is a friend
A confidant
A fellow email junkie
A shoulder to cry on
An ear to listen to
A heart to feel
A friend
Are all these things and more
No matter where we meet
I’ll call you friend
A word so small
Yet so large in feeling
A word filled with emotion
It is true that great things
Come in small package of
Friendship has been opened
It can be closed
It is a constant book
Always written
Waiting to be read and enjoyed
We may have our disagreements
We may argue
Friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all but with all it is friendship
Friendship forged is
Constructed stronger than steel built as a foundation
Necessary for life and necessary for love
Friends
You and me
You brought another friend
And then there wore three we started our group our of life
And like that circle
There is no beginning no end
We’ve been friends for such a long and lovely time
There is no friends like the old friend
Who has shared our morning days
No greeting like his welcome
No homage like his praise
Fame is the scentless sunflower with a gaudy crown of gold
But friendship is the breathing
Rose, with sweetness in every fold
Thanks for being
A very good friend to me