I am fine alone, wearing solitude
Like some medieval knight's armor
Shiny and protective and with honor
But I have come to realize over this time
And the weeks that have passed by
That which I had long suspected
Days with you, glorious, magnificent even
Filled with a calmness that settles in
As if I have burrowed in to a warm blanket
A joy for each moment that seems boundless
Desire to be better, to do better, me but amplified
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