There is no bashfulness in this tale,

Although I appear to others demure,

so with only a tinge of reddened cheeks,

do I mention that of whom I speak;

this him of which I mention

is actually two very magnificent men.


One I found fastidious,

and at first I only saw them as a game,

but wound we did a friendship,

although I was not quite yet saved.

He reminded me of the beauties

of the world of love of sorrow,

of the perfection in music,

and that there was more than the night,

so very, very much more.


The End

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