To illustrate a true friend
Who listens through the lion of sound
A nimble glimpse
To call the smiles bluff
Their immortal love
Steals eternity from our apocalypse 
An ever present experience 
Such as generations
Such as seasons
The tick of joy bleeding ruins
A knot happily linked
Forgiving the hurts that strike us
Who can stand with no legs?
She that holds my hands
The irony of the butterfly
Who soars without her wings
Defines the rarity 
Of a true friend to me.