A friendship with a subtle tune,
Can live to see many a moon.
If we lived close there’d be no need
To write these words we love to read.
How true we never touch nor voice
But we’ve got poetry and choice.
Creation flows through you to me
Our words are born of destiny.
Your story gift, quite not the least,
Is finding beauty within beast:
Were-girls and woodsy heroines --
Oh blessed how I am of your friends!