For My Friends

For My Friends

A friend is like a constant river flow,
A lover, more like a pond.
A friend is someone whom I know,
Of a lover I am fond.

To be a lover and a friend
Is well worth all the time.
To love someone until the end
Puts the friendship on the line.

To say I love you is very real,
Our friendship I do cherish.
And I hope and truly feel
That it shouldn’t perish.

I love you greater than love,
Love is transitory.
So let me say that being friends
Might end all allegory.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1974. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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