A favourite little poem of mine, and one which applies to several good friends as well as my beloved:
O, the comfort,
The inexpressible comfort
Of feeling safe with a friend;
Having neither to weigh thoughts
Nor measure words
But pouring them right out,
Just as they are,
Chaff and grain together;
Certain that a faithful hand
Will take them and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
ANON
This is from my quotes/poems/scraps notebook I started when I was 15, and still have on my bookshelf. . .
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