Tender Mission Poem by John Sensele

Friends ain't no toys to buy
Or discard at will when whims
Spawn bad dreams
In which relationships go awry.
Friends are precious souls who would die
In sacrifice for a beloved for whom schemes
Meant to show love in streams of reams
Ready themselves to chase away any worry.
Friends love, friends care
Friends blown away by adrenalin shower tonnes of affection
Friends display flair and play fair
To extents where they don't scare
The apple of their eye. Friends dare to shower maximum attention
To execute a tender mission.