Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship. Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend.Trusted friend.Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.
This is dedicated to one of my closest and best friends over the years.Even though,we still are the best of mates,but there are inevitable changes bound to happen which I really haven't been able to accept.This is just my way of letting her know I'm sorry and that in our case"Forever ain't just a word".Sadly,I know not of a better way to tell you.
"The Special ONE"
Within my book of memories,
Are special thoughts of you.
And all the many nice things
You often say and do.
As I turn the pages,
And recall each single thought,
I realize the happiness
That knowing you has brought.
There are memories of the times we've shared
Both bright and sunny days.
There are memories of your kindness
And your friendly thoughtful ways.
There are memories of all those notes,
we would write back and forth,
When we would just get together,
And talk of this or that.
And when I recall these memories
As I go along life's way,
I find they grow more precious still
With every passing day.
I reached out for your hand
But you didn't seem to care;
You can only reach so far
When no one else is there.
I wish I could reach further
But I'm only so strong;
I hoped your eyes would open
So that you'd see you're wrong.
It hurts to have to reach far
When you once were so near;
It's hard shouting out for you
With voices you don't hear.
I wish you'd extend your hand
And sense the friendship there;
Knowing what our memories mean
Showing us you still care.
I realize you don't reach back
Instead his hand's with yours;
You can't handle both the worlds
So you close common doors.
We shared sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We stood together through it,
While the cold winds blew.
Inevitably a moment awaits
When we would glide through different gates
When the time is right,
I won't stop to ask "Why?"
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly.