A Poetic Friendship

I have read all the poems of my friend I have seen my friend from the unseen skies To see her more and more what else I could intend I put myself into her shoes, to see things through her eyes. Finding something in her shoes she picks me up in her heart And I read her heart where there are thoughts That is yet to be painted in a work of art Just rains she needs in the casual droughts. Rains may or may not fall, who knows? But here I am to melt my heart from my thirsty eyes The miracle of friendship, the pinkish white canvas shows The poem not yet written, I read it at the blue skies. (I have a few friends at PH, I have read all their poems, I haven't met and seen them, and I wonder why they all are females!)