My friend you do not know how long it's been...
That I have waited to say those words.
It was long enough to say I love you - yet to another.
He has been my lover, husband and sometimes friend and foe.
But my friend it is so different.
For very few will know that title from me, I know...br>
I often hesitate to say - my friend.
For what if, my friend-
You do not accept my friendship?
Where am I, then my friend?
My friend does not slip idly from my tongue.
Dare I say it is an honour,
Not necessarily received as such.
But - my friend to me the return of friendship-
is honour indeed,
And needed just as much.
Copyright on all poems -J.Waite 1990
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