The Meeting!

 To the Muses!

Bestow upon the blessings, the wealth and the stealth,

I get to see you in person before kissing my death.

Talks could go crazy, actions could go warp and weft,

The end could be zero, the conversation could go length and breadth.

Years that went by, sleeping and weeping,

We woke up to a bright morning, to a smile and beth.

Waiting for the clock to tick; and time to end,

We fostered a relationship, that brought us closer in times to fend.

Delighted by the moment to clarify and mend,

I present you, myself, as a lost buddy and as an ideal husband.

Look upon the major and leave behind what was "me",

Take a step, and I'll turn around the world for us,

I'll move the the universe, for us to be together, for what ever meant "we" 

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