Every garden must have a red rose, every sweet face must have a red cheeks and a good nose, every grass must have a dew, and evey person must have a friend like you.
Feelings r many... but words are few, clouds r dark...but sky is blue, love is a paper... life is a glue, everything is false... but our friendship is true.....
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
