stranger to a lover

I fell for a man,

who was honest & kind

All things serious & not

almost like a mixture of honey & lime.

More lime than honey maybe,

the kind that makes your lips pucker

He riled me up sometimes,

but most times he brought me succour.

Deep belly laughs &

Quiet nights of staring

Musical marathons

& even more chatting & sharing.

He held me gently

& listened to my stories,

Discovering old scars & new dreams,

traversing uncharted territories.

We bloomed in times of darkness

when light was hard to be found,

He was my guiding torch of reason,

but in him, I also found my wilderness uncrowned

Slowly i let this magical bud flower

I walked the path unsteadily & unsure

I then began to run & dove in,

Turning him from a stranger to a lover.

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