Dear Zhoumi
My love for you cannot at this moment be contained by syllables and rhymes (not that I am in any way degrading the love expressed by any of Tatum’s or my more structured poems). So here is my prose poem for you. Made poetic only by my love.
Zhoumi, why are we not friends? I cannot understand. Sometimes I think it might be because you so often wear glasses-without-the-glass. But then I remember: you seem to be a normal person. And I return to my confusion. You see, your sparkly eyes and long legs attract me, Gentleman Mimi. But I am truly captivated because you can talk to a woman without acting like a child or a creep.
I love you,
Titrit
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