Our Magic!

We sat together to weave magic,

I made color from the pale threads;

while you made good the twisted shreds.

The tapestry we wove was not just a

piece of synergy, it blossomed into

something more...

Friendship has a way to captivate,

its ways were built into our nature

to cultivate.

Together we drew the map, we put

ourselves into its lap; now being

forever its brood...

Hold on to the freedom it shines

upon us for, I'll be your beckon

of hope, feel pride in its openness

thus, you'll be my help to cope...

Memories are the ambient light

our tapestry glows of, lighting the

edifice our friendship is built of.

Forever bask in its glory, for,

its the best part of our story!!