My dearest friend from long ago
you stole my heart away.
You asked me once to give it o'er
I ran the other way.
But now your heart with peace as friends
mine rises up to you.
It searches for a place to grasp
feelings to hold onto.
The cold that's felt is echoed hard
against my searching soul.
No touch of softness can be seen
no feeling to behold.
So, empty hands, my heart returns
your love no longer mine.
Your friendship is my only chance
and friendship is divine.
But, in the future, if you choose
to grow a rose of love.
Consider me, my friend so dear,
a waiting, patient dove.
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