Friends
They are the gifts we give
ourselves.
It is because of them we
take initiatives.
They are the light at a
dark and lonely tunnel’s end.
That is why we call them
friend.
They pull us up when we
are down.
It is because of this, we
wish for them to never frown.
They push us forward when we
are afraid.
That is why, for them, our
love and trust braid.
They expect nothing less
than our best.
It is because of this that
we are blessed.
They offer us their selves
and expect the same.
That is why, from them, we
cannot refrain.
They have faith and, in us,
believe.
This is why, to
them, we cleave.
They are an endless smile
for our incessant tears.
That is why we merit their
cares.
They come and, yes, they
may go.
It is because of their
love, we grow.
They are our friends
without an end.
That is why we all
transcend.
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Beautiful! I wish I could better express the lovely poem you chose to share but I am not much of a writer so just trust me that it is wonderful and I cherish the words.
ReplyDeleteThat is a wonderful poem! Beautiful! It warms my heart just to read it!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful, uplifting poem -- I am always cheered by your love and optimism, which is so rare and beautiful to see in this world. It is an honor to be your friend.
ReplyDeleteA very lovely poem, Delaina. Your friends are very lucky! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Everyone;
ReplyDeleteFor you love, support and kind words.
I feel very lucky to have you all as friends.