I though I had lost your love forever
When I found myself in foreign water
I lost sleep to retreat but I tread in deeper
Then I submitted for her Call was greater
But now I realize in this I didn't falter
For I found the root of our affection
For ours was beyond norm, 'twas better
Our was a different kind of affection
We're too much alike to tempt fate
For we'd eventually repel and separate
But our commonness make ours great
Of us plutonic love will always dominate
It explains a lot, I think you feel the same
Why we managed to drift with none to blame
Why we never seemed to put out the flame
And why even now we're still in the game
Of all your kind, 'tis you I'm close to
Not the kind of cuddy close pose
Not the kind that makes me buy a dozen roses
But the kind of close that makes us close
That cause less pain, strain & plenty warm rain
The kind that lasts longer than forever
----July 2002
