Friend

Once I said and thought of "What is a friend to me?"
And i came to a conclusion which i like to share it
with my near and dear friend
That is you

It is by chance 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 lover ?
A fellow email junkie ?
A shoulder to cry on ?
An ear to listen ?
A heart to feel ?

A friend is all thess things
and more....

No matter where we met
I call you friend

A word so small
yet so large in feeling
A word filled with emotion

It is true great things
come in small packages

Once the package of friendship has been opened
It can never been closed
It is a constant book always written
Waiting to be read and enjoyed....

We may have our disagreement
We may argue
We may concern one another

Friendship is a unique bonds that lasts through it all

A part of me is put into my friends
Some it is my humour
Some it is my listening ear
Some it is real life experiences
Some it is my romanticism
But with all, it is friendship

Friendships forged are a construct stronger than steel built as a foundation
Necessary for life,
and necessary for love...

Friends...
You and me
You brought another friends
And then there were three
We started our group
Our circle of friends
And like that circle
There is no beginning no end...

Thanks for being a very good friend to me