The Fickle Fate of Friendship

Did you think my friendship fickle, thus deserving of the sickle did you think that it would wither up and die? Did you think my friendship faded thus transforming true to jaded did you think you could revive if you try? Did you think my friendship lacking, thus you sent me swiftly packing did you think that you should stop and ask me why? Did you think my friendship ended thus presumed it can't be mended did you think that you could leave without goodbye? Well, my dear, let me assure you That as friend, this girl is true blue did you think I'd let you simply walk away? Quiet wrong is your surmising, and I find it quite surprising that you'd think this friendship's was not here to stay So, now listen, friend, just listen Let these word's of friendship glisten as on through these lines of poetry you play I'll be here though sometimes silent With a heart that's supple, pliant Write the words, and don't be doubtful, dear, I pray! Eileen Manassian