My Friend Poem by Alex David

Thou art, so beautiful,
and thou eyes, so pure.
Your charm, thats blissfull,
of this, I am sure.

Thou smile, so joyful,
and thou heart, so bold.
Your modesty, thats greatful,
I wish, you never grow old.

But, your comely grace, would be old
for time is, sure to take its toll,
So, remember that you have a soul,
that's never, going to get old,
for life without it would be bare
and a friend like you is really rare.