From Like to Love
You used to make my heart race, I liked to make you smile.
Our friendship seemed to pick up pace, but my feelings were juvenile.
One day I sat with you and just let my feelings spew:
"Um, I like you!"
Five years later and we're still friends.
A friendships that never bends.
My liking faded and has upgraded.
Push comes to shove, my like turned to love.
My heart does not race, and I no longer wait just in case.
In the end, you're my best friend.
I do not need anyone else to comprehend.
This poem is about:
Me
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