You are the shield to my armor,
The mirror to my reflection,
The second thought to my mind,
The therapist to my emotions,
And the heart that keeps my body alive.

Our friendship is like a pile of leaves,
We grow as we bloom,
We age as the leaves grow old,
And when the leaves fall,
Our friendship will still be forever within the world.

We laugh as if we were brothers,
We smile as if life can never break us apart,
But most of all we love to talk as if we were two elderly men that love to have a morning brunch together.

(By Michael Elizalde)