You sat with her under the shade of the trees,
Reading out the words that made no sense,
Not once did you lose faith,
Or let her be,
The slow and steady learner,
The but of all the jokes,
Duffer! Failure! And more.

Your laugh on her snore,
the girlish cardigan you hate the most
but for her elation you still wore,
this is all about the feelings you hold
respectfully not to make her abashed you've never even tried to told
calling her friend you laughed, cried and did many more.


© Ashy Verse