When it came I hid it where no one could see it,
that care I nurse for you, hoping that dreams come true.
While we walked together it showed up in the smiles,
but Bully, the proud, hid it beside my laughter.
Fear of cold refusal, pain of losing true love,
and shame of being outdone, barred me out from speaking,
like old guards with batons, Basilisk in my face,
still brandishing the cane, a rival turned hero.
Yet love peeps through my lips, bopping behind closed zips,
knocking hard to break free, as to say the words three.
Now that I've said the words, which i believe you heard,
understand what they mean. That's where our world will lean.
Your friend
Eric saint Winter
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