My dear friend, you're always there for me.
With you, I feel that I can be myself.
In you I trust as strong as I believe
And many letters keep it on your shelf.
The day we met, the rain was pouring hard,
But you stood still and softly took my hand
And held it since; it's priceless on the card.
The feeling that will never know the end.
For many years, miles, and labyrinths
You go with me; we're always side by side.
Pretenders die. They will die ever since
Two friends like us become the groom and bride.
You took my hand and held it in my glove.
With you I learnt the madness of "in love."
29-Oct-2018
Sonnet
© Copyright: Снежана Валенская, 2018
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