Meant.
Close those bonds of friendly love,
tighter than ropes of steel
are tied fetters of harmony, proof
that fate controls affinity.
Born of ease with another
no weeds grow in felt relationships.
Empathy takes no offence, attacks
weak traits knowing chains
made in destiny\'s fire do not loosen.
Time severs doubt\'s fading threads
and for amity\'s sake,
makes firmer soul-mate attraction
to strengthen sewn truth.
This soft hand of meant happiness
my friend, I offer to you.