​I had wanted to ask you

How did you manage to find the deepest of me?

When all the others had grazed my surface 

And told me that was all there was to me.
They with all their flowery tongues,

Great promises of a future 

While being bethroted to the past 

still hung upon their eyes;

And you, with no tools whatsoever

Save a patient knowing smile 

Maybe you knew even before I could have known it myself, 

let alone tell you

That I am meant to be loved just by you.
And now I no longer need to ask you

How did you find the deepest of me?

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