our friendship is like two plants seeded in a garden or flower pot,
we grow together,
we grow as indivutals,
as well as friends,
is a mystery in our friendship that is unfolding in our lives that we don't understand,
as we accept our muturity in vairous stages of development,
there is uncertinity here as well as hope,
there is hurting and nuturing,
ultimately there is acceptance in our friendship,
in order for us to grow from here,
there is lots of room for love to grow here,
i would not want it any other way.
bedrock