Lost, but somehow foundMature

you
Are not
a simple thing
you are so much
I never expected
to encounter
I could stare
into your beautiful eyes
all day
and listen
to you talk
for centuries
hearing you laugh
my god
it's catastrophic
it's so easy
to get lost
with you
how often
have I gotten lost
thinking of you
doing something
anything
so sudden
have you become
my muse?
who is to say
what will become
of us-
all I know
is that I am ready
for that adventure

The End

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