A letter of love,
Delivered through dove.
And I swear,
"But you always blame the air
It spoils my waving hair
Our meeting is very rare"
Every drop is pure, essential..
So, let's come together...
And create awareness.
Love, it's rare, only lust is left.
Fake love is everywhere, true love is kept.
True friends are truly rare,
Because you know that they are always there....
The poet has compared her friend with diamond.