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True Romance

It's the way that I run
     and shave my legs
          when I know
               he's on his way...
It's the way that he listens
     to my constant chatter,
          conversing with me,
               knowing I'm only lonely...
It's the way that I smile
     inside my soul
          when I speak his name,
               or hear his voice...
It's the way that he waited,
     watching me with others,
          knowing I'd come to him 
               in the end.
It's the way that I feel comfortable -
     only with him,
          and not bashful,
               or afraid I'm too fat.
It's the way that he cares
     when he's doing
          what he knows to be right for me,
               to keep me from being hurt.
It's the way that I admire him
     for working so hard,
          and accept him
               for he, himself...
It's the way he doesn't hide
     the fact that we're together
          from anyone, anytime -
               especially not his friends.
It's the way that I don't
     obsess over him,
          but am so very glad
               when we are together.
But most of all,
     it's the way that we click,
          and openly respect one another
               ev'ry day, ev'ry way.



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