My Best Friend

A poem to my best friend on her birthday. Kir, when you read this, Happy birthday and I love you.

She's beautiful, smart, and brave
The kind of person where hours feel like minutes
Everyone can't help but love her
She just has that kind of beautiful soul

I knew she was different from the first time we met
She was kind, sweet, and loving to a perfect stranger
But then next thing I knew
I wondeded how I ever lived without her

She was there when no one else wasn't
Helping me, pushing me
Telling me I would get better and that it would be okay
And since she was there, it was all okay

This girl is more than a best friend
She is a sister, the person I can't live without
Every silly thing she does makes me grin
Every sad thing that happens make me cry

Today she is one year older, one year wiser
Yet her worth isn't defined by the number
Even when she is turning grey she'll be the same
But most important of all, she'll still be my best friend