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Adore
Adore What is adore How do we get there Not a story of lore But let me share Starts as a nightingale A crush on a caregiver A common tale To someone who can deliver Smart Girl worked hard To analyze me Another patient on her dance card She is my significant key She found I walk funny She sent me to a specialist She was so sunny She was excellent I found her smart I found her pretty I found her a piece of art I found her witty Yes they fixed my pain My leg quit hurting Adverting the ball and chain Now my interest was flirting I asked her out Once or twice A difficult route But worth the price Took weeks and weeks To win her over Through valleys and peaks She was a rover A single mother She has medical challenges No men and does not want another Just wants to keep her life in balance I was not deterred I was smitten I was stirred I needed to fit in I met her needs Little acts of kindness Many small deeds Growing our fondness We talked and talked We played and played We shared and shared We gave and gave Life took off We lived mightily Enjoying life from a trough We were a family We ate dinner together We walked the dog We attended school events We went on trips She improved my condition Reducing my stress Eliminating my strange emission Making my symptoms much less Our lives proceeded For a long period of time Warning signs were unheeded We had reached our prime She had to choose Old life or new Two different views Which one is true I did not help Wanting my way All ended in a yelp And a fray I was frustrated She was smothered All issues debated She was mothered She was safe She was secure She was loved She was dandy No reason to change No reason to move No reason to exchange No reason to improve Our lives deteriorated Too hard to maintain I was patient and waited Living through the strain Talk and talk Going to transform Waiting out the clock And get through the storm I needed her She nurtured me I wanted her She understood me But it was not to be Our love did not last We lost our glee Our lives were in the past No new memories No new adventures No new experiences No new experiments My heart was broken I was incredibly sad She had spoken Again a nomad On my own Living life Life alone No community strife Just circumstances Circumstances of anxiousness Circumstances of nervousness Circumstances of restiveness This went on for a while A routine of existence Peaceful in exile Not much resistance The text came For us to unite Back in the game Everything alright We had not changed Back to our truths Nothing rearranged Back to our youths Playing ball Going to pool Watching movies Holding hands We had missed some days We had not seen each other We had made it through the haze We had ended the pother Smart Girl found a disorder Sounding like my quirks Almost like a hoarder Of crazy weird works I was diagnosed with it How exciting and fresh But it fit I keep my pound of flesh No death sentence How grand Learn tools of repentance Tools to manage my land Land of coziness Land of familiarity Land of closeness Land of comradeliness Journey back to the word Adore worship admire Love esteem honor preferred My heart on fire Unexpectantly Our lives interrupted Our future and destiny Everything disrupted Disrupted our utopia Where do we go Entering dystopia We will not grow Back to the same place A prison of sorts Not our own space Our life distorts Too many chiefs Too many frustrations Too many rules Too many debates We are a couple It is up to us Not very supple Just more fuss Hard enough with one But two or three Along with intentional shun We will not be free I want to respect I want to admire I want to cherish I want to honor I want to get along I want to go with the flow I want to be strong I want to be in the show But it has to be her and me Our lives and decisions We must unify and agree To enjoy our visions I gave up hope Thinking it was done Walking the tightrope No life in the long run She had made her choice Months ago I heard her voice I was useless cargo I was expendable I was a throwaway I was undefendable I was a cliche Moody Crazy Unstable Wacky Yes it is correct I am not perfect Last time I checked But then she picked She picked love She picked romance She picked affection She picked one to kiss She likes our playfulness She likes our secureness She likes our tenderness She likes our togetherness Adore is here In all its glory Shout and hear Our great story We have fun And laugh We have joy And happiness Adore is a journey A road to travel A grand tourney Let us not unravel