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| My friend for you, Did you ever wish, When you were all alone, That you would meet someone, Who would be your friend, No matter what you did, Or wherever you were, Or who you would become? Did you ever need something, To transcend happiness itself, That will always be yours, Intangible, eternal, With intrinsic value, A value beyond price, And condition? Here I am. Spirit to spirit. To know your Self, Among the multitudes, To give that which cannot be stolen, That gold which has value only if given, Love. Here I am. I'm only here to give Everything from myself... My friend, For you, To you, Forever. |
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| This poem is reproduced here with the permission of my dear friend William. He retains the full copyright of his work. |
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