Is She Just A Friend Poem by Daniel Chapman

She's the kind of friend you don't have to call twice,
Already standing there, steady as sunrise.
When the world feels heavy and words fall apart,
She shows up quietly and lightens the dark.
Dependable soul with a backbone of gold,
Strong in her silence, gentle yet bold.

She listens with care, not judgment or haste,
Turning raw moments into something with grace.
Beautiful inside, it shows in her eyes,
In the way she moves, in the way she replies.
Style in her stride, class in her name,
Elegance natural—never for show, never for fame.

She wears confidence like a tailored dress,
Soft but powerful, nothing excessive.
Her laughter feels warm, like a familiar song,
The kind you don't hear—but feel all along.

And I love her feminine essence, divine and true,
Not fragile, not loud—just beautifully you.
A balance of fire and calm in one frame,
A friend like her is a once-in-a-lifetime flame

So I'm asking is she really Just A Friend, Thank you