splendor

splendor, is it
the way you carry yourself,
your half-smile as you roll your eyes at me
for saying something stupid?

splendor, is it
how you're so kind to me,
putting up with my antics,
as dumb as they are?

splendor, is it
promising to spend money,
hard-earned, all
on me?

splendor, no
it is you, entirely and wholely
you.
 
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Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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