“True & Constant”
I fully believed those words,
One main reason I chose Nu.
I will always believe in the “4 Ls,”
I believed in them long before Nu,
With an intensity I didn’t often see.
But you always did.
And I always noticed.
I will be honest:
I did not want a Big.
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My friendships made me feel love,
When I didn’t allow romance.
My friendships kept me warm,
When all I could feel was cold.
Without real friendship,
Without platonic love,
I wouldn’t be alive.
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I could write a million stanzas,
And still not convey what I mean.
“If you want to know me,
Read my poetry.”
Is that it? Is that all?
Do you know me now?
Perhaps you know me as much as you can,
From a one-sided conversation.
What’s the point of it, then?
Of poetry, or the written word at all?
When it’s one person speaking,
And another one listening along?
Is that a human connection?
One person listens to another.
Is that the reason we write?
Or is it just the start?
Ve: Norse name meaning “giver of feeling”
While not a sapphic love,
Ve is a love of the soul,
Of the mind,
And the heart.
One of friendship and radical acceptance,
We met at very different places.
And yet, I saw my pain reflected.
More than, I saw my love reflected.
Ve’s presence fills you with happiness,
Even when you have none to give back.
Ve’s words fill you with hope,
Even when none seems possible. . .
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