for my 1 n only lola cuz fren - all n one “d only person who know everything ’bout me- the good or the bad, from childhood to present”… this is for u
24/7 they stick around needed or not,
No any stranger could break the kind of link that bonded us.
They cheered with me at times of conquest and cried at times of defeat.
They fret when I feel bad and even worst when I am ailing.
Without questions ask they know that they matter to me.
Not just through simple contentment that we share this ecstasy of life but also in times of misery they are there to always reach out a hand no matter what circumstances it is.
At the end … They just don’t stand there at the corner and say she was this and that but they will solemnly just bow theirs heads, shut their mouth for once and just held me close to their hearts and remembered all the memories we had from our first meeting to the last…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a loving relationship! you are indeed a lucky girl.