My Friend, reflections of you always stir
my mind; a captive to the kindest thought,
with care that no harm should you incur
nor any suffering be ever wrought.
Dear, generous to a fault, neither price
money or treasure could extol your worth.
There is no trial too great or sacrifice
enough to dissuade you on this earth.
Foggy, is the cool veil of age that fades
the boundless struggles that each one must face
but precious memory erstwhile pervades
so that time dims not our profound embrace.
And some day though my time on earth has passed,
this conscious bond with you shall always last...