When I was 17, there was a photo that made me remember
What romance was and how it felt having a lover.
This gentleman was so young and majestic,
I loved him, yet wasn't sure why I held this infatuation.
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He had given me a thought,
That's when I searched this thought
The picture popped up,
His face looked tough.
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Years later, the love stayed
I asked questions as I felt this male agaze
Through the heart and my fingers
This gentleman was the face I solely grazed.
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I felt like I knew him
Like he was my husband,
And he is, Butter Boy and the Rainbow Friend can see him
What a great confirmation that was needed.
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This gentleman has a gentle touch
The touch that a real woman should bluff
His tone is like a voice-over
And cried because I recovered.
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There's no jinx
Just true love and its range
He laughs as the Rainbow Friend tells her jokes
Sometimes, I can smell his cigarette smoke.
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Sometimes, I can see his spirit,
How white and transparent,
I see his form and run over,
Holding him once more.