My dearest friend Isabelle,
We’ve not known each other for long,
But don’t you find it peculiar
How well we get along?

What isn’t there to admire
When from the very first impression
You reeked of such charm,
That you instantly earned my affection?

What isn’t there to love
About your gentle psyche?
And your keen, ardent eyes,
And your superlative artistry?

Just know, dear Isabelle,
That I mean what I say,
That you truly beguile me—
Enchant me in every way.

And I am so proud
To have you as a friend!
So I swear that each time you have
With me is worth to spend.

Vicious, firey mountain
Once fumed with rage
Lashes out with hot rock and
Clouds of dangerous ash.
And once the mountain erupts,
No one can escape it's wrath—
Oh, that vicious volcano.

I never thought
I would forget her:
Her brown eyes,
Her curly hair,
Her warm hands,
And her voice.

A year of darkness led
To a realization:
I didnt have to hate her,
I just need to accept fate—
That I won't ever have
What we used to have