The Essence of Truest Friendship

Story by The_Peoples_Vince_Offer on SoFurry

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It's the 1-year of my friendship to Mantrid_Brizon, and this is the gift I made for it. Here's to many more great years to come!!


Who said that words defined the boundaries

That demarcated the stages of friendship?

That you're not a good friend

Until it is said so?

Yet, a friendship

Of which stage it is in is not said

Can become close

No matter how rhetorical the question

How obvious the answer

It was cathartic to think about it

Like trying to find a hidden sagacity

That was not there

But the thing about our friendship is,

Is that it has been only a short while now

But it felt far more than that

As if we knew each other for aeons

As if we did brave all the wars of mankind together

And seen the dawn of existence as one

So that we can be so inseparable now

Ah yes, we can agree

That a friend

Of which I will go to the ends of the earth for

Is a truest of true friends

And very few so thus I would do it for

And very few I would die for

For no greater love is it indeed

To give up your life for those you care so much for

And so thus I'll let you know

Although you already do know

And I know that you know

That there are few in my life

I'd do all that aforementioned things for

That there are few in my life that I will move heaven and earth for

And of those few, you are most joyfully blessed to be one of them

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