You are wonderful

I know what I am saying is sort of a cliché

that you are wonderful

and your kind demeanor

creates a surreal bond of which

I do not have most appropriate

words or phrases

but to say

you are wonderful

this flavor of being connected

to an indefinable sweet energy field

is beyond the frontiers of many minds

my narcissistic self at least feels so

that what I feel for you

no one else can do

and it sounds such a simple poem

as if it is a ballad of a teen fantasy

but then I think of you

more than I should think of you

In this wonderous spirit of life

you give me a reason to believe

that someone could be so wonderful

as you are

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The warmth of a ballad that is you

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