My old pal

How jammy a person should be To have a serene soul at hand Sitting in the same class With the same conception In their presence I'm sunny Leaping with delight Laughing and replying With a happy-go-lucky heart Though paths may birfucate And journeys unfold I hope this soul finds solace As their heart continues to enfold If our paths cross again I'll be forever grateful and blessed For the joy they brought And the love they've etched