Baby, you have no filter and I adore that.
I revel in the worst of you, since it’s on par with the best of me.
You are as passionate as I, though you handle it better.
And when I’m with you, I feel completely comfortable.
Even while you try to pull me up towards your level, I feel lovely in your eyes.
People say kindness is milquetoast, but kindness is your personality, and you’re one of the most interesting people I know.
I cry out, “Oh my beloved- Oh my love- Oh my darling- Oh my dear-“
Because you cry back, “Baby, Love, Boo-“
It’s a magnificent thing that I feel while I’m around you.
Especially since I know you wouldn’t even mind my love poems.
You’d take them as compliments, as they’re meant.
I love this sort of friendship, since it’s the cute kind I cheer on when it’s shown on TV.
I feel like your Garcia, and that is absolutely perfect for me.
Fleets of people inform me that high school friends won’t really matter in the long run.
But that’s too dreadful a notion to even contemplate.
And you are my Scarecrow-
I’ll come back some day to visit, and I expect your affection.
Because I will give it one hundredfold.
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