She’s there with you always,
through thick and through thin.
She’s there with you always,
as you lose and you win.
She cries as your pain shows,
then dries all your tears.
Your best friend can be trusted,
to erase all your tears.
She’s never hurt by your actions,
and never judges your deeds.
Her advise is worth having,
as she sorts your flowers from your weeds.
She sits as your conscience,
to lend a soft gentle hand.
As she guides you through the minefield,
that is life’s own quicksand.
Even if you abuse her,
she just comes back for more.
Though her pride can be damaged,
and her heart can be tore.
She’s there as your backbone,
through illness and health.
You’ll always have your best friend,
for she is yourself! .
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