We

She was nine,  

And I was ten.  

We are friends  

All time since then.  

She is blonde,  

I am brunette.  

But it doesn't clog  

As yet.  

She's my heart,  

And I'm her soul,  

We won't stop  

To feel love so.  

I am hers,  

But is she mine?  

Soon we'll see  

The truth in wine.  

First true friend,  

And first true senses.  

We forgot of  

All offences.  

And by the things,  

With limpid tears,  

I am intend  

Without fears:  

'I love you, friend, and trust my life,  

Till whole world’s end and afterlife! '