love signs

In the silhouettes of strangers
I will forever see my friends
The people in a seaside restaurant
celebrating someone's birthday
They look like my old friends, don't they?
All this while I thought love eluded me
With every turning stone
I wore my heart on a sleeve
And ended up with broken hearts
All this while I thought love eluded me
But love was here
All this time
What more precious love could have I 
asked for?
More pure, more strong
Than the one
We shared
My dear, friend




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