This is for the one who came and never left,

The girl I wish, earlier in my life I’d met

To my comfort, my companion to the end,

This one’s to my personal property, my best friend.

In a cluster of people, she chose me to be her closest,

She yells at me, and then later tells me I am the cutest.

She’s been here long enough for people to ask,

Is she your sister, or does her soul wear your mask?

She is talkative, protective and seldom shy,

But to eternity this rhyme shall carry,

The loving story of my bestfriend and I.