Beloved visitor unexpected,

Sultry summer afternoon’s jubilance.

Shower towel turbaning my wet head,

At my doorstep he stood in luminance.

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We sipped our iced tea, sweet and lemony,

In the back porch breeze, I combed out my hair.

I have missed him so, wondered did he me,

So elated was I to have him there.

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Slight curve of a smile, softly rests his eye.

He spoke but three words, whole worlds meant to me.

Views me anew, not another goodbye,

When the sum of he and me equals we.

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 There is more to us than just being friends;

 “Hair drying nice,” three words, all his love sends.