We spoke naturally.
It sounded bizarre
because I was being ME with him all this time.
I gave my most ugly laugh
And never once did I feel uncomfortable about it.
He laughed back
Like a child's play.

Time was going
And we both had to go our separate ways
Yet we delayed it a little
To talk and laugh about silly things
If it had been interpreted by another party.

He is a tree, I am a mouse.
Just imagine how cute it is.
I love him and he loves me.
In each other's company we are free.
And this is the beauty,
The beauty of our friendship.

One might take it wrongly
Because we do love ourselves.
Well, love is the foundation for anything serious.
Our relationship, friendship and bond
Is one based on Love.
Love, the beauty of our relationship.

What is this love?
Who is this love?
It can't be found in anyone else,
Or can't be someone else
Than the Lord of Host.
The Lord is the one who makes us love each other,
Patiently, joyfully, friendly and lovingly.

© L. Emmanuelle