Not a special friend...
Nor a foe...
Just someone watching your back, while your on the go...
Not someone near...
Nor someone dear...
Just someone to hold your hand when you fear...
Not so sweet...
Nor so sour...
Just someone to walk with you the distance far...
Not someone you'd think of...
Nor someone you'd expect...
Just someone to give you that warm comfy effect...
Not in times of happiness...
Nor in times of glee...
Just someone who's there even when your sailing the saddest sea...
Not someone you'd be aware of...
Nor someone you'd turn around and see...
Just someone who'd be there when you call no matter where you'd be...
Not a comedian...
Nor a clown...
Just someone to invert your frown...
Not a hero...
Nor a angel...
Just someone always two steps behind you in the form of a soul simple...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem