I’ve rarely met a kinder soul,
So full of inner feeling.
Doctor, surgeon, rabbi, priest,
Shamen, all know healing
Of such a type that mends a life
But none as clear as this.
The sort that gives without compromise,
Asks not for a kiss.
Though merit due to such a one,
Deserving so much love,
Shall one day know the glories of
The love from up above.
Until then this friend shall be
A friend to those who seek,
In silence they communicate,
No words they need to speak.
But those that are, are clothed in form
As angels shining bright.
My love to friend goes travelling
Out beyond the night.
Some friends there are who shall be named
And others who shall not
But, friendship still, their value, worth,
None, like this, is bought.
scottishmomus 