You have been so many things to me.
More than most.
So special and comforting.
You were a supporter, a light, your were so kind.
As days passed we were even, our hearts entwined with another.
No tears shed, happiness like a golden blanket.

We thought we were to last, but we were no longer even. Humour became sour, you never felt so supportive.

You have been many things to me, now time has brought us less.