Caring nd careless

                           FRIEND

He is not my dad, yet he cares.
Cry I should, I search for his shoulder.
Laugh I should, I seek his company.
Troubled I am, I look for his rescue.

She is not my mom, yet she listens.
Hours of complaints and hours of growls,
Patience she gives back.
She holds me and pats me it’s all right.

He is not my brother, yet he stands aside.
Scorching sun or wailing pain, we cross it together.
Stormy sky or authentic laughter, we cherish it together.
I trust and rely not on me but him.

She is not my sister and yet stands by.
Angry she is, but anger she never keeps.
Suggestions or advices, she is there always.
Dawn or dead of night, she awaits there.

He is not my son, yet I adore him.
I feel young when I am with him.
I forget everything when he is near.
The worldly worries matter none, for with him, a kid I am.

She is not my daughter, yet I groom her.
With her, the past never matter
With her, the future is never worrying
With her, the present is never resented.

Friendship is love, yet it never questions.
It is a bond not blooded, but it never breaks.
Doubt and jealously, it never sees.
Friendship is a bliss.

😍 love...

People use the word 'love' a lot of different ways. Take me, for instance. I am often heard saying that I love my mom and dad. I am also often heard saying that I love pizza.
What am I saying when I say I love my mom and dad? I'm saying that I care about them. I'm saying that I love spending time with them and that I talk to them every chance I get. I'm saying that if they needed me, I would do every humanly possible to help them. I'm saying that I always want what's best for them.
What am I saying when I say I love pizza? Am I saying that I care deeply about pizza? Am I saying that I have a relationship with pizza? Am I saying that if pizza had a problem, I would be there for the pizza?
Of course not. When I say I love pizza, I'm just saying that I enjoy eating pizza until I don't want any more pizza. Once I'm tired of the pizza, I don't care what happens to the rest of it. I'll throw it away. I'll feed it to the dog. I'll stick it in the back of the refrigerator until it gets all green and moldy. It doesn't matter to me anymore.
These are two very different definition of the word 'love'.
It gets confusing when people start talking about love, and especially about loving you. Which way do these people love you? Do they want what is best for you, or do they just want you around because it is good for them, and they don't really care what happens to you?
Next time someone looks deeply into your eyes and says 'I love you', look very deeply right back and say, 'Would that be pizza love, or the real thing?'