In the beginning,
there was only me.
In my little house,
With my PhD.
But, not forever.
Certainly not for long.
Soon there was him, with his t-shirts and guitar.
My heart knew his song.
We had a summer of joy,
Followed by autumn and winter, spring; nine more.
It is he who I love.
It is he who I adore.
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