You are a Book.
I am a Poem.
Both so astoundingly different,
Yet, so fascinatingly similar.
Both works of Art,
Both beautifully written
With enthralling Phrases and Clauses.
You are my literate other half,
Completing my Sentences while
Correcting my eminent Errors.
There is nothing superfluous about
Our Frantastic Friendship.
And no longer in breathtaking solitude,
We naturally embrace each other's Existence,
Quite as two were meant to complete.
Your winsome Smirk invites My exacting Grin.
Our ever-so-anti Lucidity
Intertwines with the sincerity for
Our kindred, quixotic Passions.
I long to be Nostalgic,
Though We are just beginning to create
Our many endless Memories.
Although I am a Poem and
You are a Book,
I'm lovingly Honored to call upon You
As absolutely nothing less than
My Best Friend.