Friends

I've searched among my card displays,
To see if I could find,
Just a little word or two
That describes us... you and I.

To my dismay, not one word
captured us just right.
For no thesaurus could understand,
just what I'd like to write.

I even found it difficult,
to try to write it down.
Your description was impossible,
but then I finally found,

Its not about the words or phrases,
Or how to make it right.
Its why I'm friends with you that counts.
The things that make us tight.

I close my eyes and I see you,
A portrait to adore.
A person who is beautiful,
Smart and so much more.

You're funny, sweet, and thoughtful,
These are triaits that make you fun.
You have a caring nature to you
That makes you shine bright like the Sun.

Mere words cannot describe
all the words that come to mind.
Sweet, happy, and cunning.
Not to mention kind.

Your calm and gentle temperament,
A personality worth while,
the way you can light up a room,
always makes me smile.

I struggle and I search,
To find some words anew.
I have yet to capture
the things that make you... you.

I do not know how we are friends,
We aren't that much alike.
But for some reason on this Earth,
We're like family, you and I.

I will, therefore, be satisfied
that you now simply know,
Just how much I care for you,
With words I cannot show.