Now, onto the poem:
We bonded over chocolate
And love and silly boys.
We laughed about history
And birds and algebra.
She's bubbly and spontaneous,
Outgoing, an adventurer.
While I may be early morning
And she the image of dusk,
We're as alike as two people
Can be without bickering
Indecently too much.
I am like a turtle,
Hiding in my shell.
But she pulls me out
And pulls me through.
And when we act like owls,
Staying up all night,
I know she won't let me fall asleep,
Because where's the fun in that?




