Happy Discourse

If I speak of you as he
as though unknowing,
casual observer,
stranger on subjectivity,
with mental notes taken
and a glance watching,
there are so many things
I could mention,
so many things
worth mentioning
I could say
I like about him,
thoughts of how it
might be
to be loved so inexplicably,
no rhyme, no reason,
but just because,
every movement, inflection,
the way one talks and walks
and simply is, is everything.
To be loved like this,
simply because one exists
is to bring some kind of
happy discourse to our being.

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