My Friend

Forbetteror4verse

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...

  • Author: Forbetteror4verse (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2017 09:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: My one and only sonnet so far! I wrote this a year ago for a friend. There is hidden symbolic meanings in the poem that only my friend and I would pick up on but hopefully it is generic enough that others might find it describes a friend they know as well.
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 30
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  • Aa Harvey

    It's a nice poem. I like it. It shows love.



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