We stand on separate sides,
Of a river we call love.
But I will reach across to you,
So you will be my friend.
The river may seem wide to us,
And the current may run deep.
But our friendship is even stronger yet
And together we'll stand the heat.
Because your friendship means so much to me
I will build a bridge.
To reach out and across to you.
I will not let the river come between us
As it could very well do.
I have almost lost friends before
To this horrid river.
You are my friend
And that's important to me.
The river will soon leave us,
But friendship will live on.
So let me say,
Your friendship matters more to me
Than any river we may meet.
About the Creator
Traci E.
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