Just a friend.

She is just a friend. 
We hangout, nearly all the time. 
She loves to sing and rhyme. 
She chooses sweet over sour
 & loves to explore the far.
 And how do  I know these little things?
 Cause she  is just a friend.

She is a giggle to my laughter,
 she shines even after
 the dusk sets in. 
Her big expressive  eyes,
 reaches her soul when she smiles. 
Every-time I see her, makes me wonder, why is she just a friend?

Let's just say,
she is just a friend. 
But why the world ends,
where she stands?

Today. I've decided,
to be her muse,
like she is mine.
But, what if, 
I am just a friend?

                                                                 - The thing with friendship