Truly you are a marvel to me
Your taste and poise and eye of care.
My belief you could say whatever you chose
Is built in the weight you give each dare
Really I am a marvel to you
All carefree blurt in purest aim
Your impression I could say anything
is built in midair without thought or shame.
And either of us could say anything,
full knowing the other would probably love
- and at worst laugh, or understand -
what moved us to say it, whatever it was.
But effortlessly and painstaking in cares,
We each will converge on each other's style.
Eventually, if we keep this up
I'll be weighing each dare a thought-drawn mile,
while you flip carefree for a fulsome while.
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