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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My dear friend. The first time we met, as I held a door open for her stride, I saw not the eye's image, not yet; I glimpsed, outwardly, her beauty inside. I did a double take at that smile, heard her thanks and silently rejoiced; her normal visage I saw, after a while, and 'til now this thought I had not voiced. We walked inside, and with so many others we covered that room in song. Unfamiliar, not yet in practice brothers, nonetheless not a thing could any find wrong. Music quickly became our bond, leading to so much more. Of her humor and spark, I am quite fond, life near her never close to a bore. With the clarinet she made art, but too, just so with her hands; the lady with the large heart your attention her muse commands. She's told me of despair complete, of feeling all hope, at times, gone. She found a way to fight, compete; to win out to a new dawn. Faint of heart, weak of gut, none can accuse her of having been - we've discussed disease, pain, smut, her sensibilities speaking falsely of sin. For in her I can detect none, one just wanting to forgive, smile and laugh. I often help her get the latter done, both drinking deeply from friendship's carafe. Once so long ago, for so short a time, we were somewhat more than friends, kisses and walks shared in a courtier's clime; never been strained since - just the way life wends. Then, thousands of miles apart, we talked not quite so often; then, difficulties pierced her heart, my words the blows to soften. Still she's suffering, sadly, still she's stuck sorrowed; yet some small slice of it I have to see gladly - at least that it's my solace she's borrowed. For she's recovering some of my sanity, giving me that much more connection to home - to the therein found sample of humanity that's solemn upon seeing me roam. Just today, she's helped me all anew, drawing the weeping wolf, in exchange for this - envisioning what will be my new tattoo, a new mark on the flesh, to reminisce. No matter what trials befall her in this life, she simply must know that she's never alone; during the tribulations and strife, she just has to pick up the phone. My dear friend.
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