Friendship . . .

Friendship . . . 

. . . is you. 
. . . is love. 
. . . is shared. 
. . . is forgiving. 
. . . is understanding. 
. . . is shared secrets. 
. . . heals many hurts. 
. . . is not judgmental. 
. . . is shared laughter. 
. . . is slow and steady. 
. . . can be angry at times. 
. . . is dependable and true. 
. . . is more precious than silver or gold. 
. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine. 
. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect. 
. . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection. 
. . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow. 
. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day. 
. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times. 
. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden. 
. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds. 
. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there. 
. . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding. 
. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold. 
. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day. 
. . . is sunshine through the clouds. 
. . . cannot be forced or induced. 
. . . is relaxed and comfortable. 
. . . is a shoulder to lean on. 
. . . is an ear to whine to. 
. . . gets better with age. 
. . . is shared tears. 
. . . is shared pain. 
. . . is shared joy. 
. . . is shared. 
. . . is love. 
. . . is you