There is no reason for romance.
This party here gathered is one of friends
Whom will not part till worlds death.
On my right sits one of great humor,
On my left sits one of great knowledge,
Facing me sits one of great imagination,
And here I sit wondering what I have to give.
Humor I have little of and same with knowledge,
My imagination is colorful but with no structure.
All I can give them is truth and open ears.
To them I offer my time and my patience.
The only wealth I can offer them is friendship.
I hope this is acceptible because I wish not to part
With those that have been taken so deep to my heart.