It is by chance we met,
by choice we become friends.
friendship is a strange thing ----
we find our self telling each other
the deepest details of our lives,
things we don't even share
with our family who raised us.
But what is a friend? A confident? A Lover?
A few email junkie? A shoulder to cry on?
A ear to listen? A heart to feel?
A friend is all these 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 thing came in small packages.
once the package of friendship has been opened,
it can never be closed. it is a constant book
always written waiting to be read and enjoyed.
we may have our disagreements, we may argue
we may concern one other,
friendship is an unique bond
that lasts through it all.
A part of me is put into my friends,
some it is my humor, some it is my listening my ear,
some it is real life experiences.
some it is my romanticism
but with all, it is friendship.
