She looked up,
And I finally understood,
I wasn’t just a friend,
I was her hope,
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in such a short scope you have depicted the essence of one as friend and more, mutual understanding is in the air as friendship and love stays...fine work.
I like this poem. To be someone's rock is a hard job. But we need to be that for our friends and them for us. Thanks for sharing your poem.