Keep it secret: keep it safe.

I love books with lots of sin,
Our wicked joke, his crooked grin;
Windy days indoors with tea,
Chocolate hidden, left for me.

Peanut butter--banana, too,
Saturdays with "Doctor Who,"
Subbing milk with almond juice,
And "Meanwhile, in Belarus."

Beliefs collide--ten-hour date,
"A Game of Thrones," this is fate.
Seven hours behind the wheel,
Lattes follow every meal.

Break seemed like the longest year,
But I still love the smile you wear;
The way you walked, seeing me,
Confidence that made me weak.

I'll still hold a torch for you--
With batteries to keep it, too.


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