Without tenses

I have but only one request of thee, "Would you allow me to gaze upon your eyes for the rest of eternity?"

How rare and precious is the possesion  of the peril of friendship. 

Are true friendships a matter of one being “lucky?” Or is it that the one who has obtained such a glorious possession as that of having a true friend, a matter of having learned how to be a friend - and once having learned how to be a friend, had suddenly their eyes opened - seeing then all who had been friends before, patiently waiting for such enlightenment? 

I mean to say, it is of my humble opinion that all is good - that all is friendly.  

When one can not see that all is friendly and kind, it is possible that it is due to their own eyes being closed to this friendly reality by their own unfriendliness.