Me is this:
Married to my reflection
Wed to this perfection
Of my self
Knowing I ain’t going
Nowhere
Without this temple
Of flesh and bones
I am born
To be me
I was born for myself
A perfect mate
Wrapped in the fate
Of loving this for life
When choosing a mate
Be sure you like the cooking
Clean up after yourself
Never say bad things to each other
And make the space
To be able to cope
With living
So near
Someone
In such
Intimacy
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