The Friendship

happy to have you in friendship gracefully splendoured that always tempts me to spell you few words soft and sweet As if you march on like a soldier in a war frontier conquered yet against the enemy and the time in impaling vanquished. the war may greet you what you raved up and shined but when you play with words so soft and sweet shining love may clasp you on their magical arms moonlit being cuddled ever along with their smiles embracing. but all your glaze and glitters upfront musing all your works in your time sparkling emblazoned may be with golden scars yet undeterred or intoned but the sweet and soft words spoken be engraved within like ripples over the river or of Lilly and lark latching across time universal like an art curving over a moment canvas in the stream eternal as in stamping a love adorned like stillness in the stones your foot prints smudged over a time on dusts unearthly that glare upon etching like glory of love in blazing distracting the alienation as distraught as agile too when friendship seemed to rise shining against our time.