You were the first one to tell me who was I NOT to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous. You fulfill my hope slantingly, like a poet you are, or evaded it until I thought I would BURST, and then satisfied my want, surprisingly, so I have to gasp and cry out. (And I'm not just talking about those wanton fantasies.)
Not opposites, but compliments, fitting together both oddly and perfectly. You bring out the curious girl and empathetic woman in me all at once, for the first time for anyone. For all the spouting I do, there are times where you are so immaculately patient, especially with me.
Singing me songs, half-asleep, we drifted away to starry clouds and the gentle caress of angel wings. I was tired of running when we met, yet I never really stopped and that's why I love you.
I hope we never go gently into that goodnight.
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