This is a joyful celebration of one who's weirdness matches your own, the recognition of such weirdness being commonly identified as, "love." And nearly as perfect as your joint soul mating dance, but for a missed comma here: "She shines, my days the fairy she is." But think of it as a tiny irrelevant detail, much like a tiny mole decorating your left butt cheek, in no way detracting from your intense, borderline obsessive, (for who but a love crazed maniac would worry about the separation caused by her Bosom's Bestie having other, as weirdly wrote, "mates?)" emotional connection. A "Godsent" emotional connection so deep that, let me assure you, surely does not need this poetic expression or declaration, and knows nothing of time or distance, but, like a sense of longing, only grows stronger with absence. When you are blessed with such a loved gift, don't squander time worrying pointlessly about when it may leave you-enloy every preciously weird moment you have together.
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