Friends — with a Difference

O, one I need to love me,
And one to understand,
And one to soar above me.
And one to clasp my hand,

And one to make me slumber,
And one to bid me strive,
But seven's the sacred number
That keeps the soul alive.
And first and last of seven,
And all the world and more,
Is she I need in Heaven,
And may not need before.