My Last Love
You are not my first love,
the love of my youth.
The love of wonder and hope
that quickly became tears and anger.
A love that flared brightly
if only for the briefest of time.
You are not my grown love,
the love of passion and desire
That turned too quickly to responsibility
and living day to day.
An ever-changing love that felt betrayed
by the passion lost.
But you are my last love,
the rock that centers me.
My trusted twin soul.
The love that understands
That love is what you need it to be,
when you need it to be.
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