It must be luck, or a sweet hand of fate
That gave me a life with the people I met
The ones who found me at my highs, at best
And stayed through the worst, often called a test.
But a test is not what I need to prove
The unflinching loyalty that has often moved
Mountains of hurt and oceans of worry,
Along with faith that dwells in me dearly.
They say I’m good, that I listen and I get it
I don’t make it hard, our minds easily meet
I ask the right questions, and say the right things
Yet another conversation with the happiness it brings.
Little do they know how they leave me reeling
From the fact and the wonder of our souls belonging
Of the right to call them mine, how I wish to keep them so
I’m the one who’s humbled, blessed a little more.
The content that you speak of
The resonance you appreciate
The comfort of an understanding,
A beauty our bond radiates.
I cannot be grateful any more if I tried
For the friends who are nothing short of a gift to my life
Their adoration and love, so unwaveringly alive
They’re my joy, my spark, my charm and my pride.
The Soul-searcher & Time-traveller 