Friendship tis as a crystal fragile glass,
There in blue shadows of melancholy,
And cheerful hues of golden sun en masse’
In each other’s arms, banter, or folly.
For table tis set, thou stand at my side,
Glimmering in the light prepared for drink,
Lifting up in toast of joy undenied,
And with me in sorrow or on the brink.
Thine head on my shoulder for all seasons,
Our hearts beating close, e’er closer to mine,
Pouring in each other’s hearts for reasons,
Bonding o’er the tasty sweetness of wine.
Friends are fully present when hearts do break;
And put back together, new friendship make.