What lick from any other tongue but thine
could raise ones heart from foulest pit,
and coupled with those eyes that shine
with untold laughter mirth and wit.
Wouldst thou but be my only friend
I wouldst not fear nor here complain,
for thou art my morn and my days end
that knows my deepest joys and pain.
Many times alone hath I spoke to thee
and in silent companionship hast thou listened,
though not once hast thou here answered me
with words unsaid but by eyes that glistened.
You took upon yourself my pain my all
and never once here left my side,
for all you ask a bone a ball
my dearest friend by me abide.