Loving a friend

Written by: Charles Ayitey

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.