Friend, the cheer of my life, Not everything is in love, I've known that long ago, But still my heart beats for it, Though conscience never fancied. Friends are white and full of joy, White as anything, like a pale parchment Moulded how I am, how I want them, Yet often washed away, by the waves of fate. Love is a red,red rose; said someone And now I know a garden, Beauty is the garden where farrago abides. You've seen me through, like a piece of glass, Deep to the depths of my solitude. Now I'm terrified, might I lose you To be alone again. I don't know how the coin flips, Journey of life, never easy as it seems, Obscure and blur at every turn Here I stand wondering, loosing you A dreadful dream to be dreamt, with you by my side.