How little in me is not touched by way of you
a friendship is a light that fills the coronary heart
portray with its gold each darkened hue
offering warm temperature to every sequestered component

You are the mirror of my higher self
verifier of the great in me

A bridge across the unsuspected gulf
lodged among what can and ought to be
expectancies can be wings, no longer bars
vital to preserve our flight

The religion of friends in us is fully ours
incoming to uplift us to its top
no soul can see itself, but need to rely
each on every, upon a trusted friend