as i walk through the doors, 
full of people, smoke, and ray of light, 
i see that you are what everyone is looking for. 
i told your story to a friend, as if page by page, 
as you play your guitar so beautifully, 
a handsome, talented man on stage. 
i never really spoke to you much, 
during those long nights, 
but i appreciated your every word and touch. 
you always seemed the heart of the party, 
women going crazy over you, 
as i sit back and admire your ink - so arty. 
i'm very thankful that i've gotten to know you, 
throughout these long years, 
and your friendship is something i would love to pursue. 
the one characteristic i've noticed about you 
is your sense of quietness and wisdom, 
but, you love to get a new tattoo 
here and there, which represents 
a bad boy. 
however, you forever seem to express joy. 
thank you for all the compliments 
you have given me. 
i've always considered you to be apart of the ten percent 
of the male population who actually has respect. 
thank you once more for being a good friend 
throughout all this time, 
i hope our friendship is without end. 
you have the intelligence and looks, 
always keeping your nose in those damn books. 
have a great day, sweetheart, 
i hope our friendship will never grow apart.