Newton's 3rd Law

This poem is written for my best friend Kevin, whom I've shared priceless experiences and intimacies with. My poem does not carry a hopelessly romantic feel. The title connects everything.

I just reread your poem and laughed

at things that you'd erased. 

"The good, the bad, the ugly"

changed from standard cut and paste.

The line became the moments

that we shared under the stars, 

and I'm proud to think these memories

are truly, fully ours.

The feelings that you've put me through

are yours to blame; I surely do,

that I let my emotions spew.

You're wonderful in so many respects. 

You're very simple, yet complex.

You've honored me with truest love

that only we know in context.

Kevin, you DO know my thoughts

and feelings 'cause you too have fought 

to know and grow and realize things

you never pictured being taught.

We sure see how the luck unfolds

in our lives when we dare be bold

and don't leave slightest things untold.

My soul has little left to say

aside from thank you every day

for loving me your special way.

But now I have to say goodnight;

to stay awake has not been right, 

but oh, the mirror paper's sight

convinced me there was time to write-

as you persuaded me that night.

What I mean to say is this:

I never dreamed our greatest kiss

revealing little as amiss. 

Author's Note

Ok, so it sounds entirely romantic, but only parts of it actually are, and only talking about a romance that's passed.