Courting The Word Made Flesh

You singing "It's me!"
I could not help but see it
And pull you aside 

Sorry I let slip
So many of the details
You're precious to me

Was it a work dream
Before the "competition"?
Someday you'll tell me

How I long to hear
How that sense of fated steps
Felt from your juncture

For it seemed heavy 
Much like a weighted blanket
Comfortable for two

The competition
Had an amusing effect
Thank them for their part 

Your singular aim
Sight squarely focused on me
Made me feel wanted(/beloved)

I could feel your press
Spurring the end of courtship
How about right here? 

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