SPY

Happy to have met him

Memories make it hard to forget him

Experiences extensive

A match I met him

Twin flame

I equally project him.

That’s what’s scary about this connection

It’s like we communicate via telepathy

Even when our physical seems disconnected

His love for me

Is a surprise

The gift that keeps giving

He doesn’t over shower me

With quality time and affection

However

How quickly he rises to the occasion

Eyes bulk

In amazement

To watch the bridge rise

Before my eyes

Bunny out the hat

Mouth open with surprise

& Even in the middle of demise

I’m still a Winner

The chosen prize

The one he’s been in love with

& They know every single reason why

The flame that may burn him

But the intensity never dies

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