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a leo in london

the evening is new
with sky a dark shade of blue
and clouds covering the moon
my leo all i can think of is you,
it's been nearly ten years
and still no-one compares,
you proved all leo's have amazing hair
it still feels rare
that i found you
lilt (noun)
to move musically
my leo you possess the ability
with smiles you grant tranquillity 
you move musically in your speech
kind words fall from the tip of your tongue
and i know this poem has just begun
but you truly shine brighter than the sun
and my leo i'm not the only one
who see's it
you may be human but you're otherworldly
you speak softly
but you can turn it up to ten if need be
and nobody can mess with you
because they'd answer to me
directly
i could keep this short and sweet
or go on for hours
but nobody i'll ever meet
will have the chance to compete
with you,
it's true
my love transcends distance
and although i'm stuck outside 
the m25
i can still try
my best to be positive
because you're never too far away
your smile can save lives
and so will you one day
you have galaxies in your mind
that spread further than this sky 
that i've been looking at tonight
so rest easy
knowing you complete me
my heart forever has a space for you
you don't need an invitation to come through
the door is always open
like all my words i have spoken
my love for you can never be broken
but that's something you already knew
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