# Soul to Soul

With memories rich, I take my leave,
No storm can tarnish what I retrieve.
 
Unforgettable moments, a treasure to perceive,
This journey, my heart will not deceive.
 
Friendship speaks in silence's tongue,
Not words alone, but visions shared and sung.
 
A sheltering tree, where souls entwine,
Love's essence, weightless, sublime.
 
To understand and to be understood—
The truest mark of friendship, pure and good.
 
Not borrowed from textbooks' hollow pages,
But forged in life's trials through the ages.
 
Friendship, sacred and singular,
Whole acceptance, flaws angular.
 
Those who falter—mark them well—
Are shadows only, nothing more they tell.
 
Soul touching soul, a sacred vow,
Betrayal distant, healing here and now.
 
To explain? An impossible task,
Yet God remains, the truest friend unmasked.
 
In chasing perfection, we walk alone,
But true friendship claims us, flaws and all, as home.
 
God and His boundless universe stand near,
Holding us fast in love's eternal sphere.
 
In shattered glass, a truth appears—
Each fragment holds a friend's light, clear.
 
Never cast away the broken piece,
For there, the bond finds its release.