Friendship.

There is a miracle called friendship

That dwells within the heart;

You don't know how it happens,

Or when it even starts!

It's a slow ripening fruit

A sheltering tree;

It grows deep root,

That sets you free!

There's a place in my heart that I've set apart

A place where no other shall be,

It belongs to a friend, a friend to the end,

And to which, only they hold the key!

I think good will never send

A gift so precious as a friend,

Who sees the faults that merit blame;

But keeps on loving just the same!