He who walks under the moon
He who makes the stars envy love and want it all for themselves
He who holds every sunrise and sunset in his eyes
He who taste like a leaf freshly taken from a branch
He who walks through puddles off into the night in mid spring
He who makes me feel like I am a part of something bigger
He whom makes me feel special, for I am your dealer and you are my drug
He who holds me in his arms even when stroms have arriven
He whom I call my lover, who is also a she
and no, I am not ashamed.
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