Sunday, 8 April 2012

Treasure Found At An Early Age

To me , dear friend, you always were a Rock.
A Rock withstanding every test of time.
You were the Beacon in my darkest night,
Yet, cruelest critic of my every crime.

You were the warmest glow of all my youth,
Tenacious treasure from a tinsel world.
The depth of feeling I now hold so dear,
Became apparent as our lives unfurled.

Now, when I think of all you meant to me,
Of all the times you were my comfort, when....
I fell , uncertain into ventures new.,
I know you now mean more to me than ever then.

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