Jam is a friend who is like a flower;
a Rose to be exact that grows lower,
which has a round and stout shape!
Yet the sweetest whiff when you sniff.
A quiet being she is but nice-
She is like an owl both beautiful and wise,
or perhaps a creature that is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies of anguish roast.
Many people say she’s like a heart
That goes-by stiffly unhurt--
Steadily tough until the end,
wherein few could stand unbend.
A dearest friend she is who really cares!
All the secrets could be certainly share!
There she is when you need a hand!
There she is surely to understand!
It’s really sad that it had to be this way,
but it has reached its very last day,
thousands of miles away may keep us apart,
but surely, if you may-we will not depart.
Rose is a flower that stays for an hour;
but your friendship has the power
that will stay forever...
Though many days and nights passed more-
At last, a dearest friend had to me,
but that gift known was from her to me-
We went thru moments of good and bad,
writing this poem is the least I had.
Hours and moments of happiness-
Are the stuff I may fairly offer than sadness,
to a friend on whom I can depend-
“To someone we can call a friend?”
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