Will you be my friend? In a gentle manner he asks
Will you be my friend?
Or is that too much of a task?

Many a time when feeling lonely
I long to be loved
Welcomed and made to feel homely

A friend I need
One who can share my joys
Friendship I seek, and not to destroy

A friend I need
Someone not afraid to tell me off
When ever I am wrong
Instead encourage me to be strong

Someone who can
Life my spirits when I am down
Not look upon me with a frown

Will you be my friend?
In a gentle manner he asks
Will you be my friend?
Or is that too much of a task?

‘Why me’ she curiously asks
I’m no beauty behind my mask

And he replies, ’ Because you are so gentle’
Patiently understanding and simple

You exhibit utmost kindness
The title friendship goddess
Is yours, if I am honest with gladness
You display compassion and intelligence
You never judge and there is no pretence
My life with you will make a difference

We rhyme together in towns
And joke around like clowns
When we talk on the phone
I merrily feel not alone
You shine like the sun and are fun
You are always there with support
Continuously making sacrificial efforts

Well then, I am already your friend
She says, ‘unless you want our friendship to end.’