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"I Love You"

A poem I wrote for all my friends

 The most beautiful kind of love
Is the one that comes from friendship
Because friends will always be there for you
No matter what;
Meanwhile 'lover', as we call them
Can at any moment leave you behind
With a broken heart and an empty soul
But your friends are the ones
Who are going to pick up the pieces
And make you feel whole again.
You usually take their love for granted
But you can’t imagine your life without them.
They are there for the best and the worst moments of your life
And when you shut them out
They will be knocking on your door until you let them back in;
They never give up on you
That’s when you realize
That they are going to do everything in their power to make you smile
And make you forget the pain you felt.
We should be calling them our ‘lovers’
Because their love is the real love that matters
It is the real love that lasts till the end of your days
So I think that our friends deserve all of our love
And we should never forget to tell them
That we love them.
This love is the most important thing in our life
So I want to say to all of my friends:

“I Love You”

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