Poem -

One Lover to Another

It's him not you

One Lover to Another

First things first
Let me get this straight
I'm a terrible person
Please feel free to hate

I met him as an accident
After going with friends for dinner
I realised as I sat with them
His eyes fell upon me with a glimmer

I received a request for a coffee
And flattered I gave my reply
I could have said no but I didn't
And now I'm wondering why

It's not that you weren't charming
You are, and very much too
But it's just there's always been someone else
I told you it's me not you

You're eyes like gems set in stone
With cheeks carved so perfectly
Your lips like petals of a rose
That touch with mine so gently

You're kind and loving, sweet as ever
The best of a man I can find
Too good for this world
And too good for me please keep in mind

You see I've known him since a child
From the very day I was born
We grew up together, planned to travel the world
My life he seemed to adorn

He feels like home, the place that's there
And you; my perfect holiday
The 'Could-be-love-of-my-life'
Yet every second with you I betray

Nose rubs and pounding heart
I never want to leave your side
It's just I feel I was meant to be with him
I wish I didn't have to decide

Last things last
Let me get this straight
I'm a terrible person
Please feel free to hate

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