...goes a little someting like this:

My Dear Friend


-My friend, do you know that I love you?
That no man do I hold more dear?
Never could my conscience betray you.
Not one lie from me have you ever known,
Nor one will you ever hear.
Was it I who left your side
When life’s darkness did descend upon your soul?
No! With you I did silently abide,
Gladly bearing the burdens of life’s merciless tide;
And with my tears did I assist you
To lift from your heart that most crushing weight
Until it again could freely stroll.
Not that I boast or stake any great claim.
Neither do I ask you to notice;
No my friend, repay me nothing I beg you!
In telling you this, I hide no selfish aim.
Know simply that I love you
And no action for you would I withhold.
That even if Death were to visit me
And for you must my life be sold,
I would greet him with a smile,
Draw my final breath,
And from you forever depart.
Then woud I pray there is a God,
If only that “forever” might become “a little while.”


-Oh, you are so dear to me, my friend!
I know that you have been most loyal,

And to such great depths you have gone!

I can never understand why for me you toil.
If I could repay all that for me you have done
I would meet the very end of time
And foolish I would feel for ever having begun.
Nothing can I to you speak,
Not one treasure can I to you give
Except this most humble thanks.
Though I sympathize with Hamlet,
That even in thanks am I a poor man,
Yet even that you will be faithful to forgive.
Yes my friend, I do dearly love you as well,
Though the depths of my love for you
Never could I fully tell.
You have taught me much my friend,
Though there is one who has taught me more.
Do you see him in the corner there?
Hatred is in his eyes as he does stare,
For me he surely does abhor.
Yes, he has taught me more than you,
Though no loyal trait do you - my friend - lack.
Yet he has done something you could never do.
He has hated me deeply,
And a knife has he stuck in my back.

See post from March 19th