For You my Friend Anon

A poem on you is not a good idea, you suspect,
So why not wicked I enjoy your embarrassment in retrospect?
Something for you to read and think about,
and some more to feel good, from this poet stout.

So listen, for once to this declaration
of liking, respect, love-affection, and unquestioned adoration.
Who are you- a friend, compatriot, brother or mentor?
Or an un-named relationship that we are to foster?

Think not-- just move ahead, there is too much of love to take,
And way too many experiences of darkness to share- fiery and dark baked.
Or just be that angel, who walked into my life for good
and was there when most needed and liked me- a poet rude.

What if we loved some others- most honest and more?
For me, you are indeed special and so is our time together.
So please be with me, this 30- year old kid like a lifebuoy, I adore,
And as we move ahead, hope our time together moves slow as floating feather.