You seem to me
more like a mother, than a friend.
Always concerned, always caring, always affectionate...
Things I can't share with my mom,
I can with you.
At times, I may take you for granted,
but you don't.
You embrace buddies close to your heart,
the way a mother caress her little-ones.
That's how I have always seen you.
And I can't help admiring it.