
For spoken, are but air.
I prefer your faith in me, unbroken;
Than list to your words so fair!1
Life brings no joy like you- friend.
Faith, fulfillment and prophecy, blend
In the throb of a heart with it's own,
A heart so familiar, where we are known.2
There is more unto thee;
Especially our friendship hereafter to be,
When the flower of thy life shalt blossom and unfold
Out of hindering, darkness and cold.3
Love mocks thee, the raging desire
Doth not to the perfect aspire;
Nor lovest thou the soul thou wouldst win
To shut thine emptiness within.4
Friend! The word runs so deep!
Friend! The heart wakes from its sleep,
To behold this world, lit by a face.
Touched we have been, by Friendship's grace!5
For the pulchritude of each hour,
Of each day and each night.
For the bliss of the heart, mind and soul-
The mystic harmony, that links sound and sight!6
O heart, wherein so many hearts are known,
Your infinte throb stirs our own!
O friend of friends! What are we,
Who crave and yearn for more, despite having thee?



Your kind words sure are inspiring... Thanks again. Peace, and have a nice day.








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