Something Special.

Whever we find something of value We tend to secrete it, cosset with care, And regard it with awe, which is the more Ear-marked the nearer it is to the rare. Rare indeed are exceptional treasures. Distinctive things deserve being hoarded With miserly pride, taken out at times Then sighed over, quietly, whilst adored. Adored as uniquely uncommon, claimed With inordinate joy, something to cherish. Deeply held needs are explicitly filled By a trophy we know will never perish. Perish away with decline, nor will vanish Wthout any trace, so we handle deftly This admirable bounty, put out of sight But not out of mind and thought of as best. Best of all special things, friendship, when found Seems worth the wonder at such a rich prize. Blessings of friendship and as close as ours, Means it will ever be special, in my eyes.