I remember the day and so does he.
It was the day we met that set us free.
The mem'ry written on our hearts in ink.
No more searching for that one special link.
We were fifteen and became such great friends.
He knew and I knew it'd last 'til the end.
Eight years have passed and he remains the one,
Who reads my mind, and will never be done.
He holds a key to a place in my heart.
Turning it oft even when we're apart.
Our mutual brown eyes create a pathway,
To our own world, where our friendship stays.
He talks to me, when no one is around.
Another like him will never be found.
He doesn't speak loud, others can't hear it,
But I feel love from my kindred spirit.
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