Friendship
Such love I cannot analyse
It does not rest in lips or eyes
Neither in kisses or caress
Partly, I know, it's gentleness
And understanding in one word
Or in brief letters. It's preserved
By trust and by respect and awe
These are the words I'm feeling for
Two people, yes, two lasting friends.
The giving comes, the taking ends.
There is no measure for such things.
For this all Nature slows and sings.
Elizabeth Jennings