I have a friend…
A real friend;
Whom I can trust in an open hand;
Can flow with my bad attitude;
And can laugh on my corny jokes.
Who’s always there;
Showing with all care;
Spreading wings to share;
And comfort as the moment dare;
Through its shoulder…loves swear.
When I feel so lonely;
You’ve come to make me happy;
Asking if I’m ok…
While telling a story,
That I treasure all in my memory.
A scented friendship I wish to stayed;
As it yearn the love I prayed.
It’s like a melodious whisper that played.
A fragrance love that silently made;
Will last forever and never fade…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem