To a friend ,once dead
re-born anew.
I am most happy to find
that friend in you.
As blood is red
the heart is true.
There never was another
such as you.
The rose has thorns,
so had my soul.
I searched far and beyond
to find myself whole.
I reach out
across endless space,
As blood is red,
I see your face.
Oh friend, once dead
time cannot erase
your footsteps across my soul.
With you ,perhaps
would I find myself whole?
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