[from a comment elsewhere] It's love, Jim, but not as we know it

[pomes]

I am very fond of you, I see.
And my world is better with you in it.
You help me be as good as I would be.

Love was once a fire, destroying me;
Now I know it's also peaceful minutes:
I am very fond of you, I see.

With you my pulse beats slower, though strongly;
There's time and space to feel my inner spirit:
You help me be as good as I would be.

Love grew like mushrooms, rotted - fondness is a tree
Slow and steady is the way to win it
I am very fond of you, I see.

This is also love, though I feel free:
Trapping me proves nothing passionate;
You help me be as good as I would be.

Together we are happy, even we:
Perhaps this is a good way to begin it;
I am very fond of you, you see.
You help me be as good as I would be.

Comments

[serene]

Hmmm. I'm not sure this should make me feel wistful/sad, but it does.