Two people thrown together,
From opposite sides of the world,
Yet they have a lot in common,
Starting with the simple word.
Both weary of the heart,
Both dreaming of something not had,
A blossoming new friendship,
See, life it ain't that bad.
I look forward to Loneheart's contact,
It's so nice to have a new friend,
Someone to share many things with,
I hope this friendship, it does not end.
He is the Knight he deems himself to be,
Looking out for a fragile rose,
Looking out for me,
A new friend to share the wisdom that he knows.
So this maiden fair, a fragile rose,
Hopes our new friendship will strengthen and grow,
I hope with this poem Loneheart knows,
A new and wonderful friendship he did bestow.
Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.