Grotto

No mere friend do I see in you,

But a friend in every sense of the word.

I see in you all

That makes acquaintance worthy of treasuring –

Comfort when I am lonely, sorrowful

Joy and warmth when the world seems bleak & cold,

Hope, when I feel desperate.

And.

When I’m disillusioned,

Disgusted at the callousness of others,

I seek in you

One good and great,

Beautiful, gentle,

One it might feel a privilege to know,

A friendship I might cherish all the more dearly

Because it were uncertain.