My Dear Friend

A person I most admire, this man; Mine eyes hath seen the beauty of his face. And of all others, he is better than; My dearest friend, he does my heart displace. My friend, my friend, of this I always hear: That one should not decide to love a boy With whom one shares a friendship oh so near; He has to only speak and I am joy. And for him, love hath made a fool of me! I'm like a tiny child who's found new love. My heart calls out to him in great degree; It wants and needs his heart and care thereof. His lack of love for me may never bend; Yet still, I yearn to always be his friend.