It's been so good to have you as a friend.
As sweet and rich as honey-colored sun
Slanting steep across a summer lawn, 
Gilding life with all that love can lend.
And now that you yourself have griefs to tend, 
I want to be the strong and caring one
to count to you the lovely things you've done
until these troubles pass and sorrows end.
You are so beautiful in form and soul
That you bring happiness to all you're near:
Just as a sea rose, flowering in mist,
Makes a paradise of some bleak shoal,
Turning truth to something far more clear,
No pain unsmoothed or rain-swept cheek unkissed.
Thank you for you: for who you are,
However far away;
And for the words you send to me,
Near mad for what you say.
Knowing simply that you're there,
Yet thinking much of me,
Opens up my happiness,
Undone for all to see.

Everything you did.
Thank you for all.

~

You might think you've done nothing,
But it meant a lot.
I don't feel empty anymore,
There is a new hope growing inside me.
Because as you said,
"Things will turn out fine"