ballyhoo

      Let’s, one to another, be real;
  Certainly, you felt it, too:

Yet, you couldn’t know
  All I’ve been through
      To sow the seed that grew
  My barren branch to you.

      Even still, sweet ballyhoo,
  We were well-through
Those prunings before
        You blindly blew

    Adry our so-thirsty dew.
It’s not so much
  You fancied only candor
      That was but softly true,

  Left you warm n’ fuzzy
      Whilst on hook n’ reel;
  It’s that you didn’t kneel
For my vulnerability—

  Or the heart that un-numbly
      Led you to finally feel.

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