It's your softness, your gentle spirit
That leans me to you
You are a place of safety
A wise old soul.
I sit my spine touching yours
Drawn by your compassion
I fall into your tender clasp
Held so caringly.
You know what is felt
Beyond any need for an
Exchange of words
I talk to you like no other.
You are my special friend
A most precious gift
Always to be cherished
Never to be forgotten.
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