Ever so defined, ever so perfect.
The epitome of exactness,
The symbol of creed,
The measurer that keeps
Everything in place.
Now, the real question comes into mind:
Am I speaking of
A mortal man
Or
A transcendent piece of definition?

We are friends.
Only friends.
I see her joy,
And I am joyful.
I see her sadness,
And I am sad.
I can feel what she feels,
Yet we can be still be friends...
If, at the least,
Only friends.