It’s Called Irony

A simple cup of coffee
On a lumbering Monday morning
Genuine compliments
On those insecure days
A shoulder to cry on
And a hand to hold
It’s not always
I love you
Sometimes it’s
You’re my best friend
Back scratches after long days
And warm touches on cold nights
A dream date
A movie night
Or just a phone call
Honesty and chivalry
Hugs when it all feels wrong
Kisses in darker moments
A guiding hand
And an adoring gaze
From those ocean blue eyes
I’m so sure of your intentions
Completely enveloped
In my trust for you
It may be naive
But your voice is so sweet
Comfort is my only option
Absolute devotion
So why is it they say
We are too young
To be in love?

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