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You 
 
 
You are the perfume that I wear, 
and every tangle in my hair, 
the burdens I'm content to bear; 
you'll be my final breath of air. 
 
I am "The One" by you defined, 
of silken threads that closely bind 
and which you gradually unwind 
as I’m absorbed into your mind. 
 
You will reign ever in my heart 
as you have always, from the start; 
the most exquisite work of art; 
you are my ideal counterpart. 
 
I will be here through skeins of time, 
a mountain only you can climb, 
the Pierrette in your pantomine, 
your partner for each perfect crime. 
 
Could others ever comprehend 
such feelings that all else transcend? 
Not lover, you are my best friend; 
you’re my beginning, middle, end.

Amor Platonicus