Over a boy who grows mould in his sink
But I should elucidate, I think
The great affection I have for you.
I have not yet had the time, or the words, to tell you
How grateful I am for your constancy; how
Despite time and distance
Come hell or high water
Your sincerity never fades or falters
I know you will not slander my good name, or yours
By misunderstanding my intentions
My affection for you exists on a purer plane
Than the rabble can imagine
And the things in my heart that I explain to you once
I never have to say again.
(There are too many people, my dear
Who see Cupid lurking in every shadow;
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you don’t)
I wanted to say, old friend
That I am thankful for your solidarity
And your smile
It is a hard world to not have big arms around you
And I am glad of yours, when you are mine.