February 21, 2008

If all our friends were in one place,
Gathered in eternal space,
Hearts remembered one by one,
Hope realised, joy become

The substrate of immortal grace...
I would have one special face
Treasured always, with a gladness
Untarnished by all wordly sadness:

Yours indeed, my special friend,
For consolations that put an end
To introverted trouble and pain,
And made me sigh and smile again.