Ode To My Best Friend Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras

In many ways
you're a mystery.
Out of the blue,
you came to me and
reached out your hand,
lifting me from the clumsy waters
of my life...

Sometimes when we speak,
or actually when we speak,
I feel and see
butterflies -
in between and around us.
They carry messages
of sweet-nothings,
of love and grace,
humor and life.

Why did you choose me?
Why did I choose you?
If a delusion, this one
is rare - if you're meant
to be with me.

Wont you ride my sailboat
with me,
in the undecided waters
of my fate,
or shall I hop into yours,
and make your boat
my home?

Each day is a blessing
to have known you
- in the past -
and a promise to the future,
however it may pass,
for I will at least be graced to
have crossed paths
with you.

So here's
to the intertwining of our lives.
Thank you,
for simply being you,
my friend.

Love always.