You are a home game that travels to Asia every Spring.

you are a masquerade where every one wears what they always wear
and I give you an ickle cup filled with punch. it cracks because you
squeeze it a moment too hard
when I tell you that you are the best breeze. A bezt breese in
between the sun's lined notebook's pages.
I will juggle for the first time at your masquerade and you will
applaud like you always applaud.
You are always applauding yet it feels like you reserve yourself to
applaud only once in your life.
I am not a pullover sweater that you pullover yourself because the
night gets cold, even in summer.
and when you dance, i dance. When you dance, we dance. And then
every one dances and goes home to sleep it off.

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I wrote this for some of course one I don't even love.  But you learn very young
the best things to say to sweeten up someone.    Not that I don't genuinely think
this some of course one doesn't deserve a sweet moment
Just come on.  Reserve the best ones for the best ones, right?
Don't give your grandfather's stopwatch to just any of course body.

But heck.
Maybe not.
Maybe tell every earthly thing "oh hi!" and "I always want you around."