Are wonderful
And beautiful
And simply amazing
And I don’t know what I’d do without you

Are wonderful
Because you let me refer to a second party
Without identifying them by name

Could refer to one or many
Because that’s how English works
But you’re usually just one

Are a mask
Conceal true identity
To all but me, and perhaps a few keen readers

Make me sound like I am mysterious
Make my words seem universal
Make me look deep and brooding

Are the sprinkles on my sundae
And the cheddar on my chili
And the goose liver of my foi gras

I love you.

And I want to have your child.

The Philolexian Society
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