My friend, my love.

When he said,

Come to the main reasoning;

I wondered if I were not friend any longer to him.

Time had sped through, we hadn't talked much.

Two friends who had walked together,

In their days of childhood in school,

When they stood for each-other, 

It was their bond, of love, 

their friendship; that glued.

Now, that they were away,

busy in a sense in their different worlds;

When he called his friend, in reply what came, 

'come to the main reasoning'.

Eyes were on the verge of the tears to well,

heart was touched, feelings old and new sublimed.

If only, he could tell his friend;

What his friendship was for him.

If only, he could express his love,

Could his friend understand, how sorry he was.

Yet, they talked; talked through the night so cold,

In the end, they had understood each other's point,

and yet they came to that friendship of past time;

that beauty was once again a shimmering joy,

perpetuating from either heart, yet to alloy!

In the telephone, they hugged as they spoke their lines,

Old stories, were exchanged with the newer world down the line. 

Only words they believed in, when the telephone call was to cut.

You and I, "Friends for life".