Friendships aren’t made,
They are destined,
Two people intertwined.
If the friendship is deep,
It turns into love
And a life partner
You will find.
When I first met you
I thought the S in your heart
On your arm would
One day be for me.
Intrigued by the crescent
And the moon in your blood
On your hand, wondering
One day, will it be for me.
Here you are now,
Smiling away in my
Embrace, kissing
My neck, my lips, my face.
It’s funny how things
Work out.
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