I could marry a boy like you
So witty with your words
Seeing in ways only you would
People like you are of substance
You feed my spirit
My sustenance
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You have me off-balance,
Addicted
Gently delirious
You get my genius
But you’ve mislaid your focus
For now, I’m relinquished
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Like a magnet, I’m attracted
South seeking north
If I told you of your worth
Would you applaud my devotion
Or should I think the worse?
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Nesting in a birch tree
On your words, I’m perched
Fly with me, my chickadee?
We could travel the earth
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I’m on a quest of old
Pursuing a companion
For this venture of compassion
And shall I be so bold
To say I could marry you?
Ashley Kirtman 