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he sees me as
some sort of beacon
in his life
a thread he's found and pulled
and from it
he imagines a magical sweater
will be woven
I am no beacon nor thread
though
and no sweater for him will come
from the threading of my thoughts
I am upon my path and he his
he's a kind man to know
and means well
yet deep down I better comprehend
the reasons why
our paths though at present
somewhat thorny sweet
will branch somewhere
soon down this road of
the in between living
I've pledged my friendship
and valiantly attempted
to hoist his spirits
to a higher more realistic prize
though I feel out of place
for him I could not be
harshly unfair
and cruelly misguide
he means me no harm
he seeks but a prominent love
all his own
he mistakes a marked guide
for his intended
the aura of love
recognizes all forms of love
and sometimes mistakes
the one, one is meant for
for the one who shall
but help lead them
to that path all their own
that love awaits for them on
so my obligation binds me
thusly tight
to continue honestly on this path
and aid the seeker in his
worthwhile quest
for the life and love
he so obviously deserves
she is out there for him
and waiting too I am sure
his yet unmasked love
and I feel strongly right
in standing by him as his friend
to help him through this bemused
plight
that will lead him to the real she
he has long now dreamed of
that she which
he, I now hope sees
can never be the likes
of this poetic me...............
(Sept. 27, 2011 846pm)