not of nantucket

I have a dear friend down the street,
Through blogging our fortune to meet.
Immediate friends,
A purple-ish blend,
Together we don't miss a beat.

We went to a movie one night
And ended up out for a bite;
We shared conversation
Of things of salvation
And pondered a true woman's plight.

And though she is new in my life,
She's taught me so well how to wife.
A pathway to bliss,
For me she does this:
She validates internal strife.

For her I hope I'll do the same.
She told me to pick up my blame.
Wait - that's not the word...
Now thanks to her,
I'm reading the book Auntie Mame.

She's beautiful inside and out.
Her arguments carry such clout.
For friendship a knack.
A real peanut snack.
She shows me what it's all about.