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.
A bond of love, A medal of trust. A shoulder in sadness, A hand in darkness. A special relation to hold, An ear where secrets can be told. An appreciator for encouragement,
There r many stars but the moon is u. Tehre r many frends buT thE SWEET one is u. To forget me is now up to u. To forget u is something I will never ever do
