Midnight love

Twas you who changed my restless soul;
the one who's made me complete and whole;
bypassing the rigmarole,
without the need to cajole.

In days that have not come to pass,
Our love already by far surpass
pre-relations that have end in impasse,
and is rich and colourful like the wrasse.

Sprinkled with thoughts of reality
There really is no uncertainty 
Nor any type of absurdity
of our budding love, that is meant to be. 

The End

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