It's real isn't it?
Not some elusive vapor?
Not just a sweet sentiment scribbled on perfumed paper?
Your look is not contrived to manipulate my will?
You have no plans to break me when I reach my fill?
The words you use are genuine and true.
No pretense... nothing done at my expense.
No need to offer me any witch's brew...I love you too.
And I'm glad it's you.
B.W. Harold
The Helium Years
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