I dream of you and see you smile:
No greater balm, this man of style.
Instinct drawn forward by your name –
Not because of money, looks, or fame.
You’re like me where heart beats new
Infused enthusiasm in all that you do.
Your wiles in growth beat back all miles –
Redeem impetus where became exiled.
Sometimes I rail and cuss at your vanity
Because I cling to your visage for sanity.
When I try to forget and go paths alone,
A song comes on – heart opened atones.
What we are to each other is yet to be:
You inspre my desire for pure synergy.
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