A gentleman, so charming,
A man of great esteem,
Ambition with his thirst for life,
Described as beyond the extreme.
What other names are needed,
As shakespeare hath his rose,
What need has my friend Daniel,
Of poetry and prose?
No need as such entreats me,
For desire over reason I write,
To convey an ideal of love,
For a friend with whom I delight.
His company ever refreshing,
I find faith and comfort in him,
And wherever I move or I am,
I can call him on impulse or whim.
A silence which always is golden,
Trust is this friendships great picture,
What need is there for decription,
Or essays, or poems, or scripture?
No reason at all I conclude
For my motives as simple as this,
I cherish the friendship we share
And your kindness and warmth I miss. |
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