Before him,
I could never stand people
like him.
They were never my friends
or they never stuck around.
And then I met him,
And then my friend he became
And then my lover.
After him,
my world shifted a bit,
it spun to the grooviest jig,
a constant smile tickling at my lips,
All of me
even the most secret of me,
He saw, like a mirror
As clear as he saw himself.
With him,
I beamed the brightest,
ear to ear.
I can never dim it,
all this happy I feel.
As constant as the waves,
as timeless as the oldest tales
is what I feel for him.
Him,
my best friend,
my lover,
my balance.
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