What does it feel like
My friend
To be held only in the arms
Of your grandmother
Doting, doddery
Lavender scented

I feel special
To have you now

Is gone, with the
Brush of your fingers in my hair
The touch of your lips
To mine

Adventure is a whirlwind
I must ride it
Carry me away
I must clutch onto you
And never let go

Doubt can creep
Into distant corners of my mind
I know the things
You have done
Suffered and battled through

I know the wrongs
You have commited
They creep around you
Convincing me you don't care

But you do
You love me
Unlike any before you

The End

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