MY FRIEND MOST DEAR
To lay mine eyes upon a vision fair
And set to chance the course of life, a friend.
If thou dost stand before the dawn in prayer
A man most fair in form the gods will send.
Beneath the bows of beauty and of grace
There blooms but there a rose amidst the moss.
For men to pass their gaze beyond thy face
at best is summed as this: their flaws, their loss.
Fear not, my friend most dear, to stem the tides.
Bereft of heart, bereft of soul? Take flight.
The search is short, the road is long and winds.
Thy gift of love within shall set aright.
Upon this path a friend shall guide for thee.
A friend to stand for all eternity.
