For a dear friend of mine.
I met a girl,
So pure and beautiful,
Could listen to her talks,
As it brings, to a burned, a soothing cool.
She is a far sitting friend,
As moon is to a tourist in a dark night,
Lighting and guiding his path to destination,
Making his visions and dreams more bright.
She pours her heart out,
To someone she trusts,
But can be bad as hell to the people,
Who by their deeds, disgusts.
The dark past did not crumbled her beauty,
Helping the stressed she feels is her duty,
Making someone smile is an art she know,
A little talk to her can make someone blue, glow.
She makes one’s vision clear through her insight,
She helped me too, turned my path in the direction right,
She is classy, she is gentle, she is a rebel,
She is a dear friend of mine, she is one hell of a girl.