The Rarest Gift Poem by Barry Middleton
The Rarest Gift
just once I stole a kiss from you
yet how I love the memory
like alabaster's luscious glow
that was the way you wanted us
I'll say I hate the term just friends
for friendship can't be quantified
as friendship is the rarest gift
with which to grace another soul
and friendship is the truest love
all lovers come and go like May
no one can really own the rose
possession only leads to pain
though fire consumes the autumn leaves
in dreams we are forever young
when I recall our late night talks
and I yet hear your alto voice
examining the whys of life
and bets we both had won or lost
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4/24/2024 3:23:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of exceptional beauty and accuracy. (I, the moviephile, am frequently reminded of movies, and now I'm thinking of 'When Harry met Sally', and their debate over whether men & women could remain just good friends.) The term 'just friends' is an insult to the word 'friend', as throughout history there have been legendary friendships where one would even dare to die for the other. What a lovely tribute to someone who forever imprinted herself on your soul- - and hopefully, you on hers as well.