And, so I rest my case.

I could do in the absence of your sweet grace,

For, what worth is of worth of water to a wilted flower?

Though a surreptitious desire and a denial conflate

And while sulk I a li’l more in my sole crafted melancholy

And to draw onto a mortal close and never dwell upon

This labyrinthine dalliance, this nemesis of a past quantum,

This ineffable propinquity, this serendipity’s wait.

No sir, I yearn for no more than your obsolesce, of being, existence.

For I’ve had it good and, hence I rest my case!  

Aren't you my Raymond?

Sometimes, it’s hard to explain what you’ve felt is right

 How the sound of that name, has left a smile for that night

Numb knees, breathless breath, a clinchy fright

What shall thy name be? a delirious delight?

You take me to places I’ve never been,

You take me to places inside of me, I’ve never seen,

 Are you love? Are you life? Or everything in between?

What shall they name be?  A beautiful mirage unforeseen!

An illusion, an existence, I’ve grown fond,

Aren’t you a dream? Perhaps my poetry! Or beyond

As words to the writer, as precious as a diamond,

What shall thy name be? Aren’t you my Raymond!

*This one's an oldy I thought I'd lost. Appears I haven't.
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