DISCOVERY

DISCOVERY

 

In younger days I would try to bend

My nature to a uniform blend,

And thus try to get

From a certain set

A companion, a soul mate a friend.

 

But soon was I bound to discover,

And incessant drive for a lover.

Friends I’d pass by

My pleasure to ply

A companion, a sensual lover

 

Still emptiness cut like a knife

In the stillness and lack in my life,

But luck was so kind, for you were my find.

You are my friend, my lover, my wife.

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