(This is to all my friends who made me what I am, molding me as the potter shapes clay into a vessel. You gave whatever I did not have, and all that I have is yours. You are what holds me together, and make me all that I am.)
To the fickle, thought.
To the weak, strength.
To the strong, wisdom.
To the wise, action.
To action, precision.
And to me, you my friend.
To life, breathe.
To fire, heat.
To sun, light.
To wind, strength.
To earth, gravity.
And to me, you my friend.
To ship, anchor.
To tree, root.
To fallen, faith.
To desperate, hope.
To believer, God.
And to me, you my friend.
To rose, fragrance.
To warrior, courage .
To lady, grace.
To moon, beauty.
To sea, depth.
And to me, you my friend.
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