Friend

Something that is special, something that is rare
Someone to love, someone to care
In who we can depend, in who we can trust
Not tied with must, not tied with lust

Always there's a hand, always there's an ear
Forever close, forever dear
In moments of turmoil, in moments of storm
Hands that are holding, hands that are warm

Promises not needed, promises unbroken
A bond forever, a bond unspoken
No need there to lie, no need there to defend
I am there for you, I am your friend

Poetry by English poet David King