dalliance nine

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Other | for villsie | 99 words | 2023-12-20 | Personal Poetry

Rhyme

Uncomplicated affection may be the idyll, but it's not the rule.

i find i've grown accustomed to
just seeing you, not missing you
i've got a simple feeling that
it often all fades faster

my new best friend, my oldest foe
in opposition what we know
a struggle being candid and
the truth that wins to foreground

present your hands and in your arms
i find a million stalwart charms
to close the day with no alarms
our peace, in sight and sound

what can't be wrong runs overnight
to bring the morning full of light
it must be right, so not to fight
this love that i shall master!