I neglect the short period,
That I just can’t have once more
Where I met the unsurpassed.
You may not distinguish his core,
Nevertheless he’s here to talk
For eternity, here to care.
And now, don’t forget
Without the scare,
That he will forever return.
When one is in need,
Or here without hope,
I can turn to him, for aid.
Without disparagement
He acts, helps, listens,
Attends to your need.
And he’s my friend,
One of the best,
One without a planned end.
One without a certain time
Or a certain rhyme,
Who chooses when to be there?
So all I whisper, in his ear,
With the only love I do,
I mutter the words, Thank you.
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