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Friendship and love are but the two sides of the same coin. Some of the greatest poets in the literary world have shown that love can become a classic friendship poem. After all a beloved is the warmest, dearest friend we can ever hope to have in life. Some excerpts from John Milton’s “Paradise Lost” conveys such intense love.
Paradise Lost...
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit and flower,
Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild, then silent night
With this her solemn and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
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