Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem 121 of 365 /Friend

Friend

The mystical enchantments of life have no end,
for they define the boundaries of happiness and create what I call a friend.

The memorable treasures I hold in-thought will linger around my soul for years, you laugh with me through my most lovable moments and hold my hand through every childhood scream and tear.

You tickle the very serenity of my vulnerabilities comfortably without hurting or causing distrust,
you share your most secretive iniquities as you confide in me,
and as we blend spirituality's loving you is just a must.

Your colors paint portraits toward the love you express
Your personality is now my need I've come to realize at best, and now having friends like you completes my happiness.

Your energy now lives within me as your continued hospitality flutters around me to a very vivid degree,
Friends help complete and inspires me,
and encourage me to be the man I want to be.

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