Nothing about her can be forgotten
Equally memorable is her name
Beguiling but unpretentious
I’m just a moth to her flame
The length of her arm
A million miles long
In time, she pulled in
The embrace held me strong
There is me, her and us
All distinctive lives
Independent yet shared
Each keeps our own archives
Like a dramatic autumn sunset
Soothing to the soul yet combustible
A chill pulses through me
Crossing orbits are more than touchable
A flower awakened by the sun
Now growing towards infinity
Boundless and independent
No threat to my masculinity
Ego absent, a collaborator
Standing aside, watching her grow
I feel taller than I am
Basking in the brightness of her glow
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