Sketched Eternal Bonds

thou when night falls, yet such thoughts awaken, A vestige of thoughts one might've had risen, Though these thoughts that either arise, With two protagonists, side by side, Swirlin' em into fairytales, I might've fantasied, Tanglin' em deeply as if they'd be never deprived, Deprived of us never separating aside, Even if it the sun from whom we hide, Yet the protagonists in such fairytales one dreamt of, I wish were sketched so could never fade off, Though could the diamond friendships one imagined be sketched? Of how deeply one cherished em in memory, could thus never be etched, either the thing that differed in between, Was the permanence of sketchs which hence weren't in thoughts seen, Even still a flower could be bloomed in a dream, The permanence of memory was what that beamed, In how beautifully one's thoughts about longin friendship be keen,