In whispers of the moon's soft glow, I love you, chéri, and let this love flow— Not just in romance's vibrant shade, But in friendship's steadfast serenade. When storms arise and skies turn gray, Know I'm your anchor, here to stay. Through shadowed paths and echoed sighs, I'll be the light that never denies. Though hearts' pursuits may drift and sway, My friendship's hand won't fade away. When all else falters and hope feels thin, Remember, chéri, you are kin. In laughter's dance or silent night, I'll stand beside you, a constant light. For love so deep knows no declared end, In every guise, I'll be your friend.