There’s something I find,
taking with you,
that is lost to me elsewhere.

The surety of your step,
beside mine.
The certainty in your voice,
when you speak to me
does make me feel great.

All these that take our friendship
steps beyond our dreams,
past surety and certainty
both, to a realm of faith.

All these things,
and more and more,
I find in being with you,
but… what do I do
I’m not able to speak the same in words