Here's to a friendship that never blows
a strong-hearted bond fusing old and new...
Without love,
would survival be compromised...
Sparks are lit,
curtains drawn...
Fairy tales exist - once upon a time -
in Neverland where pirates rule...
To you:
I remember the day when we met...
How her moves articulate speech;
encapsulating, pure divine...
I rise, to see not her;
she wanes to seek divinity...
"Can you tip the pot a little more?"
"Can you stomach just another course?"...
I could still remember
it was Morton's Irish Bar...
The day we left each other was abrupt.
No signs of warning for the disaster...
Silent nights, those sleepless times,
your absence burning me inside...
Her compass lost, the meridian fill
an estranged soul with bearings from her...