My Best Friend

It's not easy writing 

About girls 

There always seems a lot to say

A lot gets left out

This is a poem about a very precious girl

Whose smile colours a monochrome photo

And in whose eyes I never want to see tears

I met her one day 

When I least expected to

We went for a drink

And downed two

She knows all my secrets

And tells me hers 

I'm the one who consoles her 

After her fights

She's grown up without a dad

Her mom is exceptional

And if you look into her eyes 

You'll see what a good person she is

She's very stubborn and often drives me mad 

Sometimes she crosses all possible lines 

But when it comes to the people she wants to protect

She leaves no stone unturned

I've nicknamed her Boson

And I love her to the moon and back

And somewhere in a private place 

As she packs a bag for outer space 

I will be by her side 

Till the day she dies 

Even if I become a demon

In this regard 

Selfish and protective of her

I'm willing to cut all ties 

Does this sound like a man in love to you?

If so you need to grow up

I'd fight for her, lie for her 

Walk the wire for her 

And yes, perhaps even die for her 

That, dear reader is what she means to me

And I can't imagine my life without her in it

The Bilge Master