THREE IN ONE

THREE IN ONE

In younger days I would try to bend

My motive to  a uniform blend

And thus to get

From a certain set

A companion, a soulmate a friend

 

But soon was I bound to discover

An incessant drive for a lover

Old friends I’d pass by

My pleasure to ply

With a companion, a sensual lover

 

Yet emptiness cut like a knife

In the stillness and void of my life.

But luck was so kind

For you were my friend

You are my lover, my friend and my wife

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