If all our friends were in one place,
Gathered in eternal space,
Hearts remembered one by one,
Hope realised, joy become
The substrate of immortal grace…
I would have one special face
Treasured always, with a gladness
Untarnished by all wordly sadness:
Yours indeed, my special friend,
For consolations that put an end
To introverted trouble and pain,
And made me sigh and smile again.
