Most friendship is feigning,
but in ours there was no fectioning.
You proved the definition of loving,
whilst I taught you the trusting.
I say "was", because that love has become an echo;
in which I find the comfort,
of a fading memento.
I crave for the love that I found in no ather resort.
Your kind is very few,
so I named her after you.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Most friendship is feigning,
but in ours there was no fectioning.
You proved the definition of loving,
whilst I taught you the trusting.
I say "was", because that love has become an echo;
in which I find the comfort,
of a fading memento.
I crave for the love that I found in no ather resort.
Your kind is very few,
so I named her after you.
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