My Sweet Friend

My Sweet Friend

My sweet, enchanting friend
How can I tell of thee?
You capture all who see you,
But non can set you free.

My sweet, elusive imp
What words describe you best?
A mischief in the making?
Or just an angel now at rest.

My sweet, impulsive infant
What questions are you asking with those eyes?
Where do I find the answers
That will content your curious mind?

My sweet and tuneful piper
It's you who calls the tune.
I just haven't learnt to dance yet,
And set about the pattern that lifts your solemn gloom.

To a special friend