It's Only Platonic

Dear Beast,

As the sun sets on another day,

I find myself thinking of you in every way.

Your eyes, your voice, your infectious laugh,

You fill my heart with joy,

Like a warm, summer draft.

As I sit here, quill in hand, I wonder,

How I can put words into this thunder,

Of emotions that swirl and twirl inside.

Like a kaleidoscope, ever-changing with the tide.

But I know that you, my dear friend, will understand,

The way I feel when I hold your hand.

In my mind's eye, as I write this letter,

I simply wish that we could be together.

Yet even though we're miles apart,

I feel your presence in my heart.

Know that no matter where we roam,

We'll always find our way back home.

So here's to you, my dear, sweet friend,

May our love and laughter never end.

And may this letter find you well,

With happiness and peace, forever to dwell.

Your friend,

Belle