Life: summary

I wanted to write you a poem of magical words,

I love you

So if you sell out, chicken out, turn against me, or turncoat

I love you –

It matters not –

A bit to me, you are the most beautiful thing about me

And my life seem, but misery, nay, I know not of it

I love thee

I’m happy being me –

I live in a magical world of beauty –

Never was a happier lover of life, than I, the day I beheld thee