My friend is one who’s always there
To turn to when there’s strife or care
To telephone with a laugh to share.
My friend is one who never judges.
Ready to forgive, never harbours grudges.
Who spurs me on with gentle nudges.
My friend will always speak the truth.
Believes my word, never asks for proof.
Ready to engage, never stands aloof.
My friend’s love, radiant and kind
Blazes from her eyes – if I was blind,
Her joyous light my sight would find.
Her friendship is to me the bloom
Of a warming fire in a winter’s room.
Of petals opening in June. |