Materialistic gifts to some matter,
but they matter little to me,
what I like is you stop and wait,
even if you can go ahead without me.

My soul is more hungry for affection,
than my thirst for food and drink,
and i feel the soul's need fulfilled,
when with you guys i accompany.

There have been lot of friends over time,
barring a few with all i had to pretend,
but when and with you guys around,
all what i am is what is me.

Like most things i am not perfect,
i have my own goods and bad's,
i know you like me equally for both,
what more one's desire could be.

Sunny Mittal

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-lovely-friends/