A SIMPLE WORD FOR A DEAR FRIEND

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I will say ‘thank you’ to you,

for all the things you have done.
For always being here to cheer me up,
for making me smile when I'm sad.

I will say ‘thank you’ to you,
for being my very dear friend.
Who helped me discard my wrong beliefs
Who encouraged me to pursue my dreams.

I knew you’re not here to stay forever,
But I'm so happy that I met you and became my friend.
I will never forget you , never I will, never.
'cause your friendship is really a great treasure.
Who gave light to my dark path.

My dear, I couldn't give you anything,
But in my heart, you will be here.
I will love you for the rest of my life.
Love you more than a lover does.
So please accept my simple words
As a token of my gratitude.

©Mari Felices

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