Art & Poetry

My Best Friend

When I think of best friends you come to mind

We've traveled many roads and have come so far

No one else has been so fair and so kind

Seems you have fallen from a lucky star.

In life we meet so many types of folks

Some of them have been false friends and some true

When we met we laughed at each other's jokes

How lucky I was to meet and trust you.

You did not fall from a star you are real

So real that I know your love I can trust

The love we understand is love we feel

Together we will grow, that is a must.

So remember such lucky ones are we

When we became best friends, that's you and me.