We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series of kindness there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
A moment of joy spent
under a willow,
The tear of eye that
wets ur pillow,
Sometimes pain
&
Sometimes pleasure
When given by Friends,
Both are treasure ! (:
What is real but invisible? Ur love… What is true but unfair? Ur away from me… What is sweet but invincible? Ur smile… What is precious but priceless? Ur friendship…