Must We Play?

What started as a game,

turned into so much more.

The names that we gave eachother were the first step,

I was your Babe and you were my Her.

Our friendship growing to levels unimaginable was the next step,

the intimate conversations we had and the cuddly moments we shared. 

Claims of love and a future "together" were the last steps,

but still, these feelings remain untold.

This game had turned into much, much more,

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