It is beautiful,
At first I thought it was love,
It is wonderful;
It makes me blissful.
I can never leave without it,
Not even a moment; not a single day without it,
My life has been absolutely meaningful,
Surrounded by the immortality of it.
Everybody and everyone needs it,
Nobody and no one would never loath it,
Because of the beauty,
Wonderful; and gets more wonderful,
When beauties hounded by thanks.
Is it love?
Perhaps a part of it is love.
But it is undeniably more powerful,
And unbeatable by love.
It starts with a simple smile;
Goes down to the deep core of heart;
And remains there forever,
And everlasting for eternity.
For me it is everything,
Everything that I long;
Everything that I need;
And everything that I always wanted.
Filled by purity it is; and incomparable,
It plays with heart and emotion,
Sacrifice and trusting it is; and most importantly,
Sincerity.
It happens to either the majesty or the slave;
To every descendant of Adam and Eve;
Its meaning is wider than sky; and wider than the deepest sea.
Extraordinarily called the friendship.
