Love Story

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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