It Comes For Us All, Somehow, Or: On The Feeling Of Being Loved

It Comes For Us All, Somehow, Or: On The Feeling Of Being Loved short poem

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All my life I’ve searched to find
The single One for me.
But oftentimes, I’d stop and think:
“It isn’t meant to be.

“There’s no-one out there in the world
Who I can call my own.
The riddle, which, by me, the answer
Never will be known.”

But then one day, a friend of mine,
A man whom I knew well,
He said to me he’d had enough
The time had come to tell.

And what he said that fateful day,
When we were sat together,
It made my mind think differently
And changed my life forever.

My friend, he sat down next to me,
As his emotion grew.
He opened up his mouth to speak
Three words: “I love you”

At first I felt a bit confused,
I didn’t know what to say.
But then I thought, and saw it all
In a different way.

I don’t care if we don’t share
The same orientation.
Because the love he gives to me
Creates the same sensation.

Love’s a great big mystery,
Which we never may uncover
But it’s good to know that there’s a man
Whom I can call my lover.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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