A giggle here, a sob there;
A warm embrace, an angry glare;
Sharing their life, they held hands;
Making a solemn promise, of being friends.
Teaming up, against the world;
They made their way through the cold,
“I’ll carry you, you carry me”
And the journey would be of blissful glee.
Love happened, with a blink of an eye.
Friends turned lovers, without a cry.
Love took over and made its place.
But no one saw the friendship lose its face.
Love without conditions didn’t exist,
A little too late, they learnt this.
Parting ways, they realized,
Love comes easy, but friendship tries.