When ever I sit and remember,
how warmth and tender,
the chest of love is,
I think of how,
how loving a friend is.
Sometimes I smile to him in love,
in other times,I melt in awe,
a friend can be so cold to me,
a pal can be so dear to win.
I try calling him in times of war,
but receives my call when I am wan.
How difficult to love such friend.
Loving a friend,is so difficult to do.