My Friend

My dear Friend, you contain many of my emotions,
Joy, pain, sorrow and delight are some to mention...
How much you mean to me,
You'll never know, no, not anybody...

My Maker had it all planned, actually...
It's true! You shall see, eventually...
That we'll be relive those moments again,
Reunite as a family, once more...

Coelho was right, the circle will be complete...
Portillo was not, he shouldn't have left Real Madrid...
Dumbo blondie Becks did the same, and now,
He's in a bottomless pit...

Back to you, my Friend, my Amigo!
The memories we had, was more than just a concerto...
Every note played, all the music made,
Binded us together as the best of mates...

disclaimer: personification was used for the above...