I have no interest in dishonesty
Nor do I like keep things hidden
So
Julia
You are the reason I started actually writing poems
And I'll be honest
I sometimes get crestfallen to know
Mine will never be yours
Which I know is unhelpful
Since my aspirations differ anyways
But the feeling you can portray so simply
Is much more than admirable
And at this time
When I'm homesick to the point of hurt
Your glorification of the beautiful home we share
Makes me realize I must go back
So in two vast ways
You have helped me greatly
Most likely without realizing
And since
I have no interest in dishonesty
Nor do I like keep things hidden
I figured I ought to tell you
Thank you
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