Touched II - An ode to a recently rediscovered friend

Soft, warm eyes, a warm smile, a gentle yet strong touch and beauty, physical beauty to match Helen of Troy, intellectual beauty much sought but seldom found, a spiritual connection with similar beliefs that rivals any I have found to date and an emotional beauty of the moment that can be both astoundingly grand and as quiet as a still, wood-bound pond under the full moon.

I have known her before, in that there can be no doubt. No person could have this much of an effect on my life without having shared a previous one. I hope to count her among my true friends, though there is some doubt to that. Passions of the heart can cause interesting issues. Still, for my part, I think I shall always wish to call her friend. My love for another seldom dies, though it may change via the trials of time.

Here's to true friendship: May it blossom in the hearts of all man-kind to such a degree that the sorrows of the world may be put behind us.