Steep With Me

I want to write you a love song
But my fingers are rusty
And the words jumble out
Incoherently, erratically.
We’ve always had baggage;
Pieces matching here and there,
Straps flapping, fabric fraying.
Smiling to myself, pensive,
Pondering which words to weave
In, which to weed out.
An admirer from the start,
Pinpointing precisely when
A schoolgirl crush evolved
into loving can’t quite be conjured.
But it’s been years, brewing.
Let our souls steep sweetly
together forever.

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