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Another one that is not truly anyone but my own. So many of these are one character to another, either mine such as Monte to another as his beloved wife will say or from my own Adri to his most beloved lover who is not my own to play, but this will be one of the rarities in which I do not attempt to be anything but forthright in my words. This poem is for the one that I started to befriend and slowly found as a constant player opposite me in a game of cat and mouse with love as an excuse; For the one who I thought I loved by choice, but who I now find I cannot stop loving f I would ever dare to try. This is frighteningly real and is already so near. A simple kiss might break the lover's spell, but for now we rest with nineteen years of snowfall and heartbreak between us and a seven forty seven who's wings will need to fly me strongly back to you lest I find myself alone too long without your voice and die the hermit's death for woe of your voice's wanting response. This is for you, my object of love and utmost concern, and is for everyone else a simple show to be enjoyed or not. Perhaps this time the demons in my head will let me write to you in peace. And perhaps a pig will fly soon after. Perhaps there are too many things I've said and too few things I have been capable of doing, but this time I needn't speak from one the other in terms of our little games. This time its for you alone.

Enjoy
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Whatever has been said
It is more than likened still that it is true
But there is something more that must be said
And that is something foul and perfectly at war
This love that I must speak
No words exist to state the love it is
All there is are words of utmost devotion
And promises said too much
I must overstate that which I should say
Because however far beyond my honest mind they are
It is in the words themselves that these my farthest stretches
Will be made so real
If you can take these words and love me still
Than what I mean to say without the proper words for now
Will become those which I have said
Without the proper mind match today
All is too complex in this
So there is nothing but my voice to ration with my words
You are so near perfect that it hurts
Off the mark of such and more by simple context
That I am here
And that you are there instead
Should we be together now there is nothing more in Earth
Your face is the soft glow beneath my cheeks
When I am told some thanks or admiration
Which is too much to bear without my blush
You are the sounding of my heartbeat
When I am totally at rest
Still beneath the star-lit sky and dreaming
You are the simplest of words
That make my tattered soul erupt in joy
And my body pull itself back from icy cliffs of hate
There is nothing more in Earth
Than simply being at your side
There is no love more absolute
Than hearing your voice against my breathes
We are perfect in my mind, unproven
But you are perfect in my eyes no matter what
You are the path beneath my feet
The very wind that holds me afloat
You are the silent ghost of a whisper
Which comes when I am most distraught
And you are the peak of my secret joy
That comes when there is nothing else worth smiling for
You are everything that I have found myself devoutly towards
And I only wish that I had known this, that I had known you
Just a day sooner or with an hour more to spare
For it is only when we are together that I may find my peace
And know that I am not wrong to weave
So dear a tapestry of my very hopes and dreams
You are perfect in my eyes
And I only pray that I will see this perfect face
For as long as you and I are alive and quick to the other’s
Most radiant and joyous soul
By the name of man and god and nature alike
I give my humble prayer and pass my words to stone
That they, and we, may forever be found in the warmth
Of our breathes that may fall as one

Amen