Everything is an adventure with you.
Puddle-Stained Alleys become Oz.
A Movie Theater is Wonderland.
Everywhere is our Grottoville.
I see the magic around me, in your presence.
You have that strange power.
The colors of the wind-
Or something.
But no one I’ve ever known has done that.
I know nihilists and black-and-white-seers.
They live in a world without jokes.
But you always transport me to a realm of beauty-
With you, I see the Lilacs along the edges of the street.
I see the murals on the walls-
The street art and statues.
Perhaps, it isn’t even our surroundings.
We could be anywhere-
A concrete box-
It would still seem magnificent with your voice bouncing off the bitter walls.
If you were there it wouldn’t seem like purgatory.
You’re just that sort of person.
I wouldn’t say manic pixie dream girl.
You’re definitely something else.
Because you are your own-
It just happens that your spirit is infectious-
And I’ve caught it,
It has changed me for the better.
You have changed me for the better!
But I’m still repetitive and rambling
So I’ll conclude
Our adventures are adventures!
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