Wednesday, August 21, 2013

'You Are My Sunshine' by Ravyn LaRue


This was one of the best moments I've ever lived.
It's the sort of scene that makes me fall in love with the art that portrays it-
And tonight, that was our friendship.
You are so dear to me, and though I had my doubts, I know, only a true friend would spend an hour hugging and singing and doing the impossible.
God, I still can't believe you lifted me up-
I felt truly comfortable, though I was entirely astounded.
Joe, my beloved, what we have means the very world to me, and I could never give it up for anything.
Out of all our hypothetical successes, I would dash them all if it meant I could keep the beauty going that we shared tonight.
This really was exactly what I needed, catharsis and emotion are vital for me, and you are what gave me that closure.
I know it may seem like an overreaction, but I truly truly love you more and more, and I couldn't go on if this really were a permanent goodbye.
Mama said, on the car ride home, that I'm lucky to have such good friends-
And I agree more than could ever be expressed.
You and the others are the dearest ones in the entire universe, and I'm the luckiest person to ever have lived, knowing I have you to hold onto.
And I need to hold on, because feelings are all or nothing for me, and I swear on all that I value and hold dear, I love you SO much!
I'll probably be up crying all night, much to mama's dismay-
But this was a moment of beauty and triumph and love-
Mostly love.
It's the most comforting feeling I could ever hope for, knowing that you love me.
If you didn't, we wouldn't have hugged me for an hour or sung about sunshine for all your neighbors to hear.
Joe, my love, our kindredship is precious to me-
All my silly poem wishes for us have come true, as long as we remain bound with love-
You really are a magical being, though human-
No one else could make a hazy summer night like tonight any more enchanting.
Darling, this was what my soul needed, and I can't ever thank you enough!

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