In the stillness of private reflections are filtered desires
secretly spun and woven into pure longing
a fabric earnestly crafted into the simplest form of sincerity
held until it is at least nearly presentable to you.
You, a carton of never ending ice cream
wherein a dollop satisfies so fully
in different flavors of the same love
covered and shared by many
so complete that a spoonful's measure
lasts forever.
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