1.45

Original Poetry

I envy people
Who are loved
By the people they love.
Those who receive
That unrequited infatuation
By those they are
Obscenely obsessed with.
The ones who wake up
In the middle of the night
And turn to find their
“one and only”
Sleeping softly, soundly
Right next to them.
Those who say
“I love you”
At 1.44
In the morning
And are told
“I love you, too”
At 1.45am,
With meaningful and heartfelt
Sincerity.
Those who are gifted with
Honest, sincerely powerful love.
Those people
Are the luckiest human beings
To ever live.

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