It is a special bond binded by God.
A bond strong enough to withstand,
anything life might throw at it.
It is found in the unlikeliest of places
and in the common of places.
Yet it is rarely appreciated.
It is found in the highest of mountains
and in the darkest pits of misery.
It is being one with that special person.
It is a spell conjured up by masters of magicians,
Forbidding us to feel alone and unwanted.
Ultimatly it feeds us the idea of being needed and loved.
It is a dreaded virus for
which there is no cure.
It is as real as the sky above
with all it's marvel and splendours.
It si a strong drug which
You are hooked at first encounter.
A relationship between moon and stars
never leaving each other's side
Call it friendship...
You can even call it love
but this you can be sure of
Who would have thought that it could
be found within one special person.
That person is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem