Rich Me

I had a friend who made me rich, Not just with money, cars or things; But she was all I ever wanted And all I never knew I needed. She took away much loneliness And gave me love, comfort, joy. Her mind was clean; her heart was pure. We never touched erotically. Though we cuddled, we never kissed. We would hold each other close And give each other true advice To last a lifetime lived apart. She helped me shop for perfect gifts And helped me see what women think. She kept me grounded; I lifted her To the place where she belonged. We ate together, laughed together; We played and studied and rode together. I became her minister, her encourager; She became deep wells of thought. She loved my writing; I loved her words. Like poetry they were to my ears. She once accused me of sticking 'round Just to get ideas to pen. I put away my pens and papers; However, she still liked my poems. She also liked my art and photos; She bought one at my opening. How sweet she was; how dear she was. I thought that I could do no wrong- At least not to my dearest friend, Who made me rich in everything.