You came into my life a windstorm of confusion and a soul that can only be described as “frustrated”
Your smile was an entertaining sight, and the view of your happiness was an enlightening dream
Unknown to your power at first, I would say it was respect that brought me to you
Respect that keeps you in the light to my years of darkened view
Through the windows of life, a clear understanding of the word “friendship” was developed
My constant sarcasm and my closed heart were still characteristics that wouldn’t turn you away
I never tell you that a true friend has been you, no matter that shortened time of our encounter
You point out my faults, my awkward persona and the fact that I can never do anything right
While you seem like the perfect person to makes me try to obtain that level of respect
That you seem to constantly attract
Perfection, not in the sense of being inhumane, but the variety that is obtained through years of experience
Even if I may surpass that number
Years are counted through the scars of yesterdays and the healing of tomorrow
I never in my life thought I would consider someone not my sister, but to be blood deeper than any DNA source crawling in any human body
This poem is deeper than a friendship poem, because those poems are as deep as the edges of the sea
Simply, Asha
Simply, Asha