Sonnet #3 Poem by Barlot ...

I grew up with you, I grow old you
And past linear galaxies
Our lasting bond will remain tried and true
Drinking cups of honest tea.
Love like this is shared amongst few
But also amongst the many
A man like yourself is much to pursue
A man of pure philosophy.
Count the molecules you see past your eyes
I’m captivated in the direction of here
Count the heart in which you categorize
A conundrum you are, my dear
It takes an aries to realize
Our love is imprinted to eternalize.