My first poem:

Where is my friend?
When my soul has unrest, and yearns for the peace of an ethereal dove,
When I dream of moments passed, when the morass of joy converged in a
perfect blend,
This is when I know how I wish he were here by my side so I might show
him how much I'm in love.

Unrequited, unbitted, unbridled, it appears the question is a trend,
Where is my friend?
When I stumble and stagger, and need him to willingly have a hand to
lend,
When my mind tumbles with emotions, and craves the light-hearted
happiness in which to ascend,

I ask again and again...

Where is my friend?

Lillian

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ios, in the year 78 MA.