In the quiet corners of our shared days,
Lies a tapestry woven with laughter and tears,
A friendship that blooms in subtle, gentle ways,
A garden of memories gathered over years.

We speak in the language of knowing glances,
With stories spun from threads of trust,
In moments of chaos or serene trances,
Our bond remains, unyielded by the dust.

Through the storms and the sunlit skies,
We hold each other, fearless and free,
In the embrace of truth that never lies,
A sisterhood as vast as the sea.

So here’s to the whispers shared in the night,
To the strength we find in each other’s eyes,
A friendship that serves as a guiding light,
A testament that never fades nor dies.