Through no fault of my own (bad lines of code,
or an LJ glitch beyond my control)
you fast assumed that I purposely showed
you the door, reduced your once leading role
to a bit player, just another friend.
But my dear bean, that is just not the case;
no matter much I may tease and pretend
that my life is not lit up by your face,
or refer to you as the great McGrew,
the queen of idle deedling and such,
please, please remember this one simple thing:
I have not ever loved like I love you.
There is nothing else that means quite so much
as the great magic to my life you bring.
09 MAR 2003