Ode to my best friend

•What pleases me may be stale to you . . . .  

•The sweetest fragrance that floats my way           

may turn to a displeasing stench as it knocks at your door . . . . . . . . . . .

•As time flies by , swifter even than the eagle

in its descent to condemn its prey . . . . . .

•And fate  

plays the red nosed joker,

juggling our lives in his skillful hands . . .

•Two minds find communion . . . . . . 

And thus in two hearts 

The dust of memories made in but a few days . . . . . . .

•Settles deep down as sediments at the very 

bottom of their hearts . . . . . . . . . 

In short;