I omit, you are my North Star my beacon
Is it a fallacy to say I love you?
Just because you; dearly, wanted, me to do.
I’m as conflicted as a sailboat:
Without any wind or tide, I’m a moat
Becalmed; awaiting the taciturn
Of your brushes approach the next nocturne…
“My eyes cast over thy horizon...
I omit; you are my North Star” my beacon.
“My very reason for existence is too,
Circumvent your heart and soul” and purview
You with a harpoon love of my very own.
…I’ll provide you more - than a rhinestone.
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